Бегущий в лабиринте

Chapter 22

           WesomehowgotitintoourklunkheadsthatoncetheDoorsclosed,youweredoneendofstory.Igottaseethishanging-on-the-wallthingmyselfIthinkyou’reshuckin’me."

           Theboyskeptwalking,Minhoalmostlookinghappy,butsomethingwasnaggingatThomas.He’dbeenavoidingit,denyingittohimself."WhatifanotherGrievergotAlbyafterIdivertedtheonechasingme?"

           Minholookedoverathim,ablankexpressiononhisface.

           "Let’sjusthurry,isallI’msaying,"Thomassaid,hopingallthatefforttosaveAlbyhadn’tbeenwasted.

           Theytriedtopickupthepace,buttheirbodieshurttoomuchandtheysettledbackintoaslowwalkdespitetheurgency.Thenexttimetheyroundedacorner,Thomasfaltered,hisheartskippingabeatwhenhesawmovementupahead.ReliefwashedthroughhimaninstantlaterwhenherealizeditwasNewtandagroupofGladers.TheWestDoortotheGladetoweredoverthemanditwasopen.They’dmadeitback.

           Attheboys’appearance,Newtlimpedovertothem."Whathappened?"heasked;hesoundedalmostangry."Howinthebloody"

           "We’lltellyoulater,"Thomasinterrupted."WehavetosaveAlby."

           Newt’sfacewentwhite."Whatdoyoumean?He’salive?"

           "Justcomehere."Thomasheadedtotheright,craninghisnecktolookhighupatthewall,searchingalongthethickvinesuntilhefoundthespotwhereAlbyhungbyhisarmsandlegsfarabovethem.Withoutsayinganything,Thomaspointedup,notdaringtoberelievedyet.

Настройки
Фон страницы
Размер шрифта
Межстрочный интервал
Фразовые глаголы
Показать / Скрыть меню
Шрифт
Roboto Lora
Уведомления
Страница 157 из 400