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Chapter 46

           Unliketwonightsago,TeresawasallowedtostayinthebuildingwiththerestoftheGladers.Shewasnearhim,curledupintwoblankets.Somehow,hecouldsensethatshewassleeping.Actuallysleeping.

           Thomascertainlycouldn’tsleep,eventhoughheknewhisbodyneededitdesperately.Hetriedhetriedsohardtokeephiseyesclosed,forcehimselftorelax.Buthehadnoluck.Thenightdraggedon,theheavysenseofanticipationlikeaweightonhischest.

           Then,justasthey’dallexpected,camethemechanical,hauntedsoundsoftheGrieversoutside.Thetimehadcome.

           Everyonecrowdedtogetheragainstthewallfarthestfromthewindows,doingtheirbesttokeepquiet.ThomashuddledinacornernexttoTeresa,hugginghisknees,staringatthewindow.Therealityofthedreadfuldecisionhe’dmadeearliersqueezedhisheartlikeacrushingfist.Butheknewthateverythingmightdependonit.

           Thetensionintheroomroseatasteadypace.TheGladerswerequiet,notasoulmoved.Adistantscrapingofmetalagainstwoodechoedthroughthehouse;itsoundedtoThomaslikeaGrieverwasclimbingonthebacksideoftheHomestead,oppositewheretheywere.Morenoisesjoinedinafewsecondslater,comingfromalldirections,theclosestrightoutsidetheirownwindow.Theairintheroomseemedtofreezeintosolidice,andThomaspressedhisfistsagainsthiseyes,theanticipationoftheattackkillinghim.

           Aboomingexplosionofrippingwoodandbrokenglassthunderedfromsomewhereupstairs,shakingthewholehouse.

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