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The
second
hour
was
spent
actually
working
with
the
farm
animals
--
feeding
,
cleaning
,
fixing
a
fence
,
scraping
up
klunk
.
Klunk
.
Thomas
found
himself
using
the
Glader
terms
more
and
more
.
The
third
hour
was
the
hardest
for
Thomas
.
He
had
to
watch
as
Winston
slaughtered
a
hog
and
began
preparing
its
many
parts
for
future
eating
.
Thomas
swore
two
things
to
himself
as
he
walked
away
for
lunch
break
.
First
,
his
career
would
not
be
with
the
animals
;
second
,
he
'd
never
again
eat
something
that
came
out
of
a
pig
.
Winston
had
said
for
him
to
go
on
alone
,
that
he
'd
hang
around
the
Blood
House
,
which
was
fine
with
Thomas
.
As
he
walked
toward
the
East
Door
,
he
could
n't
stop
picturing
Winston
in
a
dark
corner
of
the
barn
,
gnawing
on
raw
pigs
'
feet
.
The
guy
gave
him
the
willies
.
Thomas
was
just
passing
the
Box
when
he
was
surprised
to
see
someone
enter
the
Glade
from
the
Maze
,
through
the
West
Door
,
to
his
left
--
an
Asian
kid
with
strong
arms
and
short
black
hair
,
who
looked
a
little
older
than
Thomas
.
The
Runner
stopped
three
steps
in
,
then
bent
over
and
put
his
hands
on
his
knees
,
gasping
for
breath
.
He
looked
like
he
'd
just
run
twenty
miles
,
face
red
,
skin
covered
in
sweat
,
clothes
soaked
.
Thomas
stared
,
overcome
with
curiosity
--
he
'd
yet
to
see
a
Runner
up
close
or
talk
to
one
.
Plus
,
based
on
the
last
couple
of
days
,
the
Runner
was
home
hours
early
Thomas
stepped
forward
,
eager
to
meet
him
and
ask
questions
.
But
before
he
could
form
a
sentence
,
the
boy
collapsed
to
the
ground
.
Thomas
did
n't
move
for
a
few
seconds
.
The
boy
lay
in
a
crumpled
heap
,
barely
moving
,
but
Thomas
was
frozen
by
indecision
,
afraid
to
get
involved
.
What
if
something
was
seriously
wrong
with
this
guy
?
What
if
he
'd
been
...
stung
?
What
if
--
Thomas
snapped
out
of
it
--
the
Runner
obviously
needed
help
.
"
Alby
!
"
he
shouted
.
"
Newt
!
Somebody
get
them
!
"
