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Thomas
sprinted
to
the
older
boy
and
knelt
down
beside
him
.
"
Hey
--
you
okay
?
"
The
Runner
's
head
rested
on
outstretched
arms
as
he
panted
,
his
chest
heaving
.
He
was
conscious
,
but
Thomas
had
never
seen
someone
so
exhausted
.
"
I
'm
...
fine
,
"
he
said
between
breaths
,
then
looked
up
.
"
Who
the
klunk
are
you
?
"
"
I
'm
new
here
.
"
It
hit
Thomas
then
that
the
Runners
were
out
in
the
Maze
during
the
day
and
had
n't
witnessed
any
of
the
recent
events
firsthand
.
Did
this
guy
even
know
about
the
girl
?
Probably
--
surely
someone
had
told
him
.
"
I
'm
Thomas
--
been
here
just
a
couple
of
days
.
"
The
Runner
pushed
himself
up
into
a
sitting
position
,
his
black
hair
matted
to
his
skull
with
sweat
.
"
Oh
,
yeah
,
Thomas
,
"
he
huffed
.
"
Newbie
.
You
and
the
chick
.
"
Alby
jogged
up
then
,
clearly
upset
.
"
What
're
you
doin
'
back
,
Minho
?
What
happened
?
"
"
Calm
your
wad
,
Alby
,
"
the
Runner
replied
,
seeming
to
gain
strength
by
the
second
.
"
Make
yourself
useful
and
get
me
some
water
--
I
dropped
my
pack
out
there
somewhere
.
"
But
Alby
did
n't
move
.
He
kicked
Minho
in
the
leg
--
too
hard
to
be
playful
.
"
What
happened
?
"
"
I
can
barely
talk
,
shuck-face
!
"
Minho
yelled
,
his
voice
raw
.
"
Get
me
some
water
!
"
Alby
looked
over
at
Thomas
,
who
was
shocked
to
see
the
slightest
hint
of
a
smile
flash
across
his
face
before
vanishing
in
a
scowl
.
"
Minho
's
the
only
shank
who
can
talk
to
me
like
that
without
getting
his
butt
kicked
off
the
Cliff
.
"
