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Guess
we
have
no
choice
,
she
said
to
his
mind
.
Guess
not
.
Thomas
had
a
strong
feeling
it
was
n't
a
way
out
of
their
nightmare
;
he
just
hoped
it
did
n't
lead
to
another
pack
of
Grievers
.
Teresa
slipped
down
the
slide
with
an
almost
cheerful
shriek
,
and
Thomas
followed
her
before
he
could
talk
himself
out
of
it
--
anything
was
better
than
the
Maze
.
His
body
shot
down
a
steep
decline
,
slick
with
an
oily
goo
that
smelled
awful
--
like
burnt
plastic
and
overused
machinery
.
He
twisted
his
body
until
he
got
his
feet
in
front
of
him
,
then
tried
to
hold
his
hands
out
to
slow
himself
down
.
It
was
useless
--
the
greasy
stuff
covered
every
inch
of
the
stone
;
he
could
n't
grip
anything
.
The
screams
of
the
other
Gladers
echoed
off
the
tunnel
walls
as
they
slid
down
the
oily
chute
.
Panic
gripped
Thomas
's
heart
.
He
could
n't
fight
off
the
image
that
they
'd
been
swallowed
by
some
gigantic
beast
and
were
sliding
down
its
long
esophagus
,
about
to
land
in
its
stomach
at
any
second
.
And
as
if
his
thoughts
had
materialized
,
the
smells
changed
--
to
something
more
like
mildew
and
rot
.
He
started
gagging
;
it
took
all
his
effort
not
to
throw
up
on
himself
.
The
tunnel
began
to
twist
,
turning
in
a
rough
spiral
,
just
enough
to
slow
them
down
,
and
Thomas
's
feet
smacked
right
into
Teresa
,
hitting
her
in
the
head
;
he
recoiled
and
a
feeling
of
complete
misery
sank
over
him
.
They
were
still
falling
.
Time
seemed
to
stretch
out
,
endless
.
Around
and
around
they
went
down
the
tube
.
Nausea
burned
in
his
stomach
--
the
squishing
of
the
goo
against
his
body
,
the
smell
,
the
circling
motion
.
He
was
just
about
to
turn
his
head
to
the
side
to
throw
up
when
Teresa
let
out
a
sharp
cry
--
this
time
there
was
no
echo
.
A
second
later
,
Thomas
flew
out
of
the
tunnel
and
landed
on
her
.
Bodies
scrambled
everywhere
,
people
on
top
of
people
,
groaning
and
squirming
in
confusion
as
they
tried
to
push
away
from
each
other
.
Thomas
wiggled
his
arms
and
legs
to
scoot
away
from
Teresa
,
then
crawled
a
few
more
feet
to
throw
up
,
emptying
his
stomach
.
Still
shuddering
from
the
experience
,
he
wiped
at
his
mouth
with
his
hand
,
only
to
realize
it
was
covered
in
slimy
filth
.
He
sat
up
,
rubbing
both
hands
on
the
ground
,
and
he
finally
got
a
good
look
at
where
they
'd
arrived
.
As
he
gaped
,
he
saw
,
also
,
that
everyone
else
had
pulled
themselves
together
into
a
group
,
taking
in
the
new
surroundings
.
Thomas
had
seen
glimpses
of
it
during
the
Changing
,
but
did
n't
truly
remember
it
until
that
very
moment
.
They
were
in
a
huge
underground
chamber
big
enough
to
hold
nine
or
ten
Homesteads
.
From
top
to
bottom
,
side
to
side
,
the
place
was
covered
in
all
kinds
of
machinery
and
wires
and
ducts
and
computers
.
On
one
side
of
the
room
--
to
his
right
--
there
was
a
row
of
forty
or
so
large
white
pods
that
looked
like
enormous
coffins
.
Across
from
that
on
the
other
side
stood
large
glass
doors
,
although
the
lighting
made
it
impossible
to
see
what
was
on
the
other
side
.
