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"
Out
there
's
the
Maze
.
"
Alby
jabbed
a
thumb
over
his
shoulder
,
then
paused
.
Thomas
stared
in
that
direction
,
through
the
gap
in
the
walls
that
served
as
an
exit
from
the
Glade
.
The
corridors
out
there
looked
much
the
same
as
the
ones
he
'd
seen
from
the
window
by
the
East
Door
early
that
morning
.
This
thought
gave
him
a
chill
,
made
him
wonder
if
a
Griever
might
come
charging
toward
them
at
any
minute
.
He
took
a
step
backward
before
realizing
what
he
was
doing
.
Calm
down
,
he
chided
himself
,
embarrassed
.
Alby
continued
.
"
Two
years
,
I
've
been
here
.
Ai
n't
none
been
here
longer
.
The
few
before
me
are
already
dead
.
"
Thomas
felt
his
eyes
widen
,
his
heart
quicken
.
"
Two
years
we
've
tried
to
solve
this
thing
,
no
luck
.
Shuckin
'
walls
move
out
there
at
night
just
as
much
as
these
here
doors
.
Mappin
'
it
out
ai
n't
easy
,
ai
n't
easy
nohow
.
"
He
nodded
toward
the
concrete-blocked
building
into
which
the
Runners
had
disappeared
the
night
before
.
Another
stab
of
pain
sliced
through
Thomas
's
head
--
there
were
too
many
things
to
compute
at
once
.
They
'd
been
here
two
years
?
The
walls
moved
out
in
the
Maze
?
How
many
had
died
?
He
stepped
forward
,
wanting
to
see
the
Maze
for
himself
,
as
if
the
answers
were
printed
on
the
walls
out
there
.
Alby
held
out
a
hand
and
pushed
Thomas
in
the
chest
,
sent
him
stumbling
backward
.
"
Ai
n't
no
goin
'
out
there
,
shank
.
"
Thomas
had
to
suppress
his
pride
.
"
Why
not
?
"
"
You
think
I
sent
Newt
to
ya
before
the
wake-up
just
for
kicks
?
Freak
,
that
's
the
Number
One
Rule
,
the
only
one
you
'll
never
be
forgiven
for
breaking
.
Ai
n't
nobody
--
nobody
--
allowed
in
the
Maze
except
the
Runners
.
Break
that
rule
,
and
if
you
ai
n't
killed
by
the
Grievers
,
we
'll
kill
you
ourselves
,
you
get
me
?
"
Thomas
nodded
,
grumbling
inside
,
sure
that
Alby
was
exaggerating
.
Hoping
that
he
was
.
Either
way
,
if
he
'd
had
any
doubt
about
what
he
'd
told
Chuck
the
night
before
,
it
had
now
completely
vanished
.
He
wanted
to
be
a
Runner
.
He
would
be
a
Runner
.
Deep
inside
he
knew
he
had
to
go
out
there
,
into
the
Maze
.
Despite
everything
he
'd
learned
and
witnessed
firsthand
,
it
called
to
him
as
much
as
hunger
or
thirst
.
A
movement
up
on
the
left
wall
of
the
South
Door
caught
his
attention
.
Startled
,
he
reacted
quickly
,
looking
just
in
time
to
see
a
flash
of
silver
.
A
patch
of
ivy
shook
as
the
thing
disappeared
into
it
.
