Chapter 18

           ThomasstaredatthespotwhereMinhohadvanished.

           Asuddendislikefortheguyswelledupinsidehim.Minhowasaveteraninthisplace,aRunner.ThomaswasaNewbie,justafewdaysintheGlade,afewminutesintheMaze.Yetofthetwoofthem,Minhohadbrokendownandpanicked,onlytorunoffatthefirstsignoftrouble.Howcouldheleavemehere?Thomasthought.Howcouldhedothat!

           Thenoisesgrewlouder.Theroarofenginesinterspersedwithrolling,crankingsoundslikechainshoistingmachineryinanold,grimyfactory.Andthencamethesmellsomethingburning,oily.Thomascouldn’tbegintoguesswhatwasinstoreforhim;he’dseenaGriever,butonlyaglimpse,andthroughadirtywindow.Whatwouldtheydotohim?Howlongwouldhelast?

           Stop,hetoldhimself.Hehadtoquitwastingtimewaitingforthemtocomeandendhislife.

           HeturnedandfacedAlby,stillproppedagainstthestonewall,nowonlyamoundofshadowinthedarkness.Kneelingontheground,ThomasfoundAlby’sneck,thensearchedforapulse.Somethingthere.HelistenedathischestlikeMinhohaddone.

           buh-bump,buh-bump,buh-bump

           Stillalive.

           Thomasrockedbackonhisheels,thenranhisarmacrosshisforehead,wipingawaythesweat.Andatthatmoment,inthespaceofonlyafewseconds,helearnedalotabouthimself.AbouttheThomasthatwasbefore.

           Hecouldn’tleaveafriendtodie.EvensomeoneascrankyasAlby.

           HereacheddownandgrabbedbothofAlby’sarms,thensquattedintoasittingpositionandwrappedthearmsaroundhisneckfrombehind.

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