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Chapter 33

           Firstcoupleoftimes,hehadtosprinttocatchupaftercuttingtheivy,andoncehenickedhisfinger.Butbyhistenthattempt,hecouldalmostmatchMinhoatthetask.

           Ontheywent.Afterthey’drunawhileThomashadnoideaforhowlongorhowfar,butheguessedthreemilesMinhoslowedtoawalk,thenstoppedaltogether."Breaktime."Heswungoffhispackandpulledoutsomewaterandanapple.

           Thomasdidn’thavetobeconvincedtofollowMinho’slead.Heguzzledhiswater,relishingthewetcoolnessasitwasheddownhisdrythroat.

           "Slowdownthere,fishhead,"Minhoyelped."Savesomeforlater."

           Thomasstoppeddrinking,suckedinabigsatisfiedbreath,thenburped.Hetookabiteofhisapple,feelingsurprisinglyrefreshed.Forsomereason,histhoughtsturnedbacktothedayMinhoandAlbyhadgonetolookatthedeadGrieverwheneverythinghadgonetoklunk."YouneverreallytoldmewhathappenedtoAlbythatdaywhyhewasinsuchbadshape.ObviouslytheGrieverwokeup,butwhathappened?"

           Minhohadalreadyputhisbackpackon.Helookedreadytogo."Well,shuckthingwasn’tdead.Albypokedatitwithhisfootlikeanidiotandthatbadboysuddenlysprangtolife,spikesflaring,itsfatbodyrollin’alloverhim.Somethingwaswrongwithit,thoughdidn’treallyattacklikeusual.Itseemedlikeitwasmostlyjusttryingtogetoutofthere,andpoorAlbywasintheway."

           "Soitranawayfromyouguys?"FromwhatThomashadseenonlyafewnightsbefore,hecouldn’timagineit.

           Minhoshrugged.

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