Chapter 59

           Thomastookastepbackward,noticingothersdoingthesame.AdeathlysilencesuckedthelifeoutoftheairaseverylastGladerstaredattherowofwindows,attherowofobservers.Thomaswatchedoneofthemlookdowntowritesomething,anotherreachupandputonapairofglasses.Theyallworeblackcoatsoverwhiteshirts,awordstitchedontheirrightbreasthecouldn’tquitemakeoutwhatitsaid.Noneofthemworeanykindofdiscerniblefacialexpressiontheywereallsallowandgaunt,miserablysadtolookupon.

           TheycontinuedtostareattheGladers;amanshookhishead,awomannodded.AnothermanreachedupandscratchedhisnosethemosthumanthingThomashadseenanyofthemdo.

           "Whoarethosepeople?"Chuckwhispered,buthisvoiceechoedthroughoutthechamberwitharaspyedge.

           "TheCreators,"Minhosaid;thenhespatonthefloor."I’mgonnabreakyourfaces!"hescreamed,soloudlyThomasalmostheldhishandsoverhisears.

           "Whatdowedo?"Thomasasked."Whataretheywaitingon?"

           "They’veprobablyrevvedtheGrieversbackup,"Newtsaid."They’reprobablycomingright"

           Aloud,slowbeepingsoundcuthimoff,likethewarningalarmofahugetruckdrivinginreverse,butmuchmorepowerful.Itcamefromeverywhere,boomingandechoingthroughoutthechamber.

           "Whatnow?"Chuckasked,nothidingtheconcerninhisvoice.

           ForsomereasoneveryonelookedatThomas;heshruggedinanswerhe’donlyrememberedsomuch,andnowhewasjustascluelessasanyoneelse.Andscared.

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