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The
creature
was
a
horrific
mix
of
animal
and
machine
,
and
seemed
to
realize
it
was
being
observed
,
seemed
to
know
what
lay
inside
the
walls
of
the
Glade
,
seemed
to
want
to
get
inside
and
feast
on
human
flesh
.
Thomas
felt
an
icy
terror
blossom
in
his
chest
,
expand
like
a
tumor
,
making
it
hard
to
breathe
.
Even
with
the
memory
wipe
,
he
felt
sure
he
'd
never
seen
something
so
truly
awful
.
He
stepped
back
,
the
courage
he
'd
felt
the
previous
evening
melting
away
.
"
What
is
that
thing
?
"
he
asked
.
Something
shivered
in
his
gut
,
and
he
wondered
if
he
'd
ever
be
able
to
eat
again
.
"
Grievers
,
we
call
'em
,
"
Newt
answered
.
"
Nasty
bugger
,
eh
?
Just
be
glad
the
Grievers
only
come
out
at
night
.
Be
thankful
for
these
walls
.
"
Thomas
swallowed
,
wondering
how
he
could
ever
go
out
there
.
His
desire
to
become
a
Runner
had
taken
a
major
blow
.
But
he
had
to
do
it
.
Somehow
he
knew
he
had
to
do
it
.
It
was
such
an
odd
thing
to
feel
,
especially
after
what
he
'd
just
seen
.
Newt
looked
at
the
window
absently
.
"
Now
you
know
what
bloody
lurks
in
the
Maze
,
my
friend
.
Now
you
know
this
is
n't
joke
time
.
You
've
been
sent
to
the
Glade
,
Greenie
,
and
we
'll
be
expectin
'
ya
to
survive
and
help
us
do
what
we
've
been
sent
here
to
do
.
"
"
And
what
's
that
?
"
Thomas
asked
,
even
though
he
was
terrified
to
hear
the
answer
.
Newt
turned
to
look
him
dead
in
the
eye
.
The
first
traces
of
dawn
had
crept
up
on
them
,
and
Thomas
could
see
every
detail
of
Newt
's
face
,
his
skin
tight
,
his
brow
creased
.
"
Find
our
way
out
,
Greenie
,
"
Newt
said
.
"
Solve
the
buggin
'
Maze
and
find
our
way
home
.
"
