Chapter 12

           Thomasdidn’tmoveforafewseconds.Theboylayinacrumpledheap,barelymoving,butThomaswasfrozenbyindecision,afraidtogetinvolved.Whatifsomethingwasseriouslywrongwiththisguy?Whatifhe’dbeen...stung?Whatif

           ThomassnappedoutofittheRunnerobviouslyneededhelp.

           "Alby!"heshouted."Newt!Somebodygetthem!"

           Thomassprintedtotheolderboyandkneltdownbesidehim."Heyyouokay?"TheRunner’sheadrestedonoutstretchedarmsashepanted,hischestheaving.Hewasconscious,butThomashadneverseensomeonesoexhausted.

           "I’m...fine,"hesaidbetweenbreaths,thenlookedup."Whotheklunkareyou?"

           "I’mnewhere."IthitThomasthenthattheRunnerswereoutintheMazeduringthedayandhadn’twitnessedanyoftherecenteventsfirsthand.Didthisguyevenknowaboutthegirl?Probablysurelysomeonehadtoldhim."I’mThomasbeenherejustacoupleofdays."

           TheRunnerpushedhimselfupintoasittingposition,hisblackhairmattedtohisskullwithsweat."Oh,yeah,Thomas,"hehuffed."Newbie.Youandthechick."

           Albyjoggedupthen,clearlyupset."What’reyoudoin’back,Minho?Whathappened?"

           "Calmyourwad,Alby,"theRunnerreplied,seemingtogainstrengthbythesecond."MakeyourselfusefulandgetmesomewaterIdroppedmypackouttheresomewhere."

           ButAlbydidn’tmove.HekickedMinhointhelegtoohardtobeplayful."Whathappened?"

           "Icanbarelytalk,shuck-face!"Minhoyelled,hisvoiceraw.

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