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"
Shuck
it
,
"
Alby
said
,
rubbing
his
eyes
.
"
Ai
n't
no
way
to
start
these
conversations
,
you
get
me
?
We
do
n't
kill
shanks
like
you
here
,
I
promise
.
Just
try
and
avoid
being
killed
,
survive
,
whatever
.
"
He
paused
,
and
Thomas
realized
his
face
must
've
whitened
even
more
when
he
heard
that
last
part
.
"
Man
,
"
Alby
said
,
then
ran
his
hands
over
his
short
hair
as
he
let
out
a
long
sigh
.
"
I
ai
n't
good
at
this
--
you
're
the
first
Greenbean
since
Nick
was
killed
.
"
Thomas
's
eyes
widened
,
and
another
boy
stepped
up
and
playfully
slapped
Alby
across
the
head
.
"
Wait
for
the
bloody
Tour
,
Alby
,
"
he
said
,
his
voice
thick
with
an
odd
accent
.
"
Kid
's
gon
na
have
a
buggin
'
heart
attack
,
nothin
'
even
been
heard
yet
.
"
He
bent
down
and
extended
his
hand
toward
Thomas
.
"
Name
's
Newt
,
Greenie
,
and
we
'd
all
be
right
cheery
if
ya
'd
forgive
our
klunk-for-brains
new
leader
,
here
.
"
Thomas
reached
out
and
shook
the
boy
's
hand
--
he
seemed
a
lot
nicer
than
Alby
.
Newt
was
taller
than
Alby
too
,
but
looked
to
be
a
year
or
so
younger
.
His
hair
was
blond
and
cut
long
,
cascading
over
his
T-shirt
.
Veins
stuck
out
of
his
muscled
arms
.
"
Pipe
it
,
shuck-face
,
"
Alby
grunted
,
pulling
Newt
down
to
sit
next
to
him
.
"
At
least
he
can
understand
half
my
words
.
"
There
were
a
few
scattered
laughs
,
and
then
everyone
gathered
behind
Alby
and
Newt
,
packing
in
even
tighter
,
waiting
to
hear
what
they
said
.
Alby
spread
his
arms
out
,
palms
up
.
"
This
place
is
called
the
Glade
,
all
right
?
It
's
where
we
live
,
where
we
eat
,
where
we
sleep
--
we
call
ourselves
the
Gladers
.
That
's
all
you
--
"
"
Who
sent
me
here
?
"
Thomas
demanded
,
fear
finally
giving
way
to
anger
.
"
How
'd
--
"
But
Alby
's
hand
shot
out
before
he
could
finish
,
grabbing
Thomas
by
the
shirt
as
he
leaned
forward
on
his
knees
.
"
Get
up
,
shank
,
get
up
!
"
Alby
stood
,
pulling
Thomas
with
him
.
