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Thomas
pointed
down
the
long
tunnel
.
"
I
heard
the
door
open
down
that
way
.
"
He
tried
to
push
away
the
ache
of
it
all
--
the
horrors
of
the
battle
they
'd
just
won
.
The
losses
.
He
pushed
it
away
,
knowing
they
were
nowhere
near
safe
yet
.
"
Well
--
let
's
go
,
"
Minho
answered
.
And
the
older
boy
turned
and
started
walking
up
the
tunnel
without
waiting
for
a
response
.
Newt
nodded
,
ushering
the
other
Gladers
past
him
to
follow
.
One
by
one
they
went
until
only
he
remained
with
Thomas
and
Teresa
.
"
I
'll
go
last
,
"
Thomas
said
.
No
one
argued
.
Newt
went
,
then
Chuck
,
then
Teresa
,
into
the
black
tunnel
.
Even
the
flashlights
seemed
to
get
swallowed
by
the
darkness
.
Thomas
followed
,
not
even
bothering
to
look
back
at
the
dead
Grievers
.
After
a
minute
or
so
of
walking
,
he
heard
a
shriek
from
ahead
,
followed
by
another
,
then
another
.
Their
cries
faded
,
as
if
they
were
falling
...
.
Murmurs
made
their
way
down
the
line
,
and
finally
Teresa
turned
to
Thomas
.
"
Looks
like
it
ends
in
a
slide
up
there
,
shooting
downward
.
"
Thomas
's
stomach
turned
at
the
thought
.
It
seemed
like
it
was
a
game
--
for
whoever
had
built
the
place
,
at
least
.
One
by
one
he
heard
the
Gladers
'
dwindling
shouts
and
hoots
up
ahead
.
Then
it
was
Newt
's
turn
,
then
Chuck
's
.
Teresa
shone
her
light
down
on
a
steeply
descending
,
slick
black
chute
of
metal
.
