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He
stepped
out
of
the
kitchen
and
into
the
courtyard
before
Chuck
could
offer
to
join
him
.
The
Glade
had
gone
back
to
business
as
usual
--
people
working
the
jobs
,
the
doors
of
the
Box
closed
,
sun
shining
down
.
Any
signs
of
a
crazed
girl
bearing
notes
of
doom
had
disappeared
.
Having
had
his
tour
cut
short
,
he
decided
to
take
a
walk
around
the
Glade
on
his
own
and
get
a
better
look
and
feel
for
the
place
.
He
headed
out
for
the
northeast
corner
,
toward
the
big
rows
of
tall
green
cornstalks
that
looked
ready
to
harvest
.
There
was
other
stuff
,
too
:
tomatoes
,
lettuce
,
peas
,
a
lot
more
that
Thomas
did
n't
recognize
.
He
took
a
deep
breath
,
loving
the
fresh
whiff
of
dirt
and
growing
plants
.
He
was
almost
positive
the
smell
would
bring
back
some
sort
of
pleasant
memory
,
but
nothing
came
.
As
he
got
closer
,
he
saw
that
several
boys
were
weeding
and
picking
in
the
small
fields
.
One
waved
at
him
with
a
smile
.
An
actual
smile
.
Maybe
this
place
wo
n't
be
so
bad
after
all
,
Thomas
thought
.
Not
everyone
here
could
be
a
jerk
.
He
took
another
deep
breath
of
the
pleasant
air
and
pulled
himself
out
of
his
thoughts
--
there
was
a
lot
more
he
wanted
to
see
.
Next
was
the
southeast
corner
,
where
shabbily
built
wooden
fences
held
in
several
cows
,
goats
,
sheep
,
and
pigs
.
No
horses
,
though
.
That
sucks
,
Thomas
thought
.
Riders
would
definitely
be
faster
than
Runners
.
As
he
approached
,
he
figured
he
must
've
dealt
with
animals
in
his
life
before
the
Glade
.
Their
smell
,
their
sound
--
they
seemed
very
familiar
to
him
.
The
smell
was
n't
quite
as
nice
as
the
crops
,
but
still
,
he
imagined
it
could
've
been
a
lot
worse
.
As
he
explored
the
area
,
he
realized
more
and
more
how
well
the
Gladers
kept
up
the
place
,
how
clean
it
was
.
He
was
impressed
by
how
organized
they
must
be
,
how
hard
they
all
must
work
.
He
could
only
imagine
how
truly
horrific
a
place
like
this
could
be
if
everyone
went
lazy
and
stupid
.
Finally
,
he
made
it
to
the
southwest
quarter
,
near
the
forest
.
He
was
approaching
the
sparse
,
skeletal
trees
in
front
of
the
denser
woods
when
he
was
startled
by
a
blur
of
movement
at
his
feet
,
followed
by
a
hurried
set
of
clacking
sounds
.
He
looked
down
just
in
time
to
see
the
sun
flash
off
something
metallic
--
a
toy
rat
--
scurrying
past
him
and
toward
the
small
forest
.
The
thing
was
already
ten
feet
away
by
the
time
he
realized
it
was
n't
a
rat
at
all
--
it
was
more
like
a
lizard
,
with
at
least
six
legs
scuttling
the
long
silver
torso
along
.
A
beetle
blade
.
It
's
how
they
watch
us
,
Alby
had
said
.
He
caught
a
gleam
of
red
light
sweeping
the
ground
in
front
of
the
creature
as
if
it
came
from
its
eyes
