Бегущий в лабиринте

Chapter 55

           TheGladerssurgedtowardThomas,formingatightgroup,forcinghimtomoveoutintotheopenintersectionwheretheCliffcorridormetthelongalley.HesawthepackofGrieversbetweenthemandtheCliff,spikesextended,theirmoistskinpulsinginandout.Waiting,watching.TheothertwogroupsofGrievershadclosedinandstoppedjustafewdozenfeetfromtheGladers,alsowaiting,watching.

           Thomasslowlyturnedinacircle,foughtthefearashetookitallin.Theyweresurrounded.Theyhadnochoicenowtherewasnowheretogo.Asharppulsingpainthrobbedbehindhiseyes.

           TheGladerscompressedintoatightergrouparoundhim,everyonefacingoutward,huddledtogetherinthecenteroftheTintersection.ThomaswaspressedbetweenNewtandTeresahecouldfeelNewttrembling.Noonesaidaword.TheonlysoundsweretheeeriemoansandwhirrsofmachinerycomingfromtheGrievers,sittingthereasifenjoyingthelittletrapthey’dsetforthehumans.Theirdisgustingbodiesheavedinandoutwithmechanicalwheezesofbreath.

           Whataretheydoing?ThomascalledouttoTeresa.Whataretheywaitingfor?

           Shedidn’tanswer,whichworriedhim.Hereachedoutandsqueezedherhand.TheGladersaroundhimstoodsilent,clutchingtheirmeagerweapons.

           ThomaslookedoveratNewt."Gotanyideas?"

           "No,"hereplied,hisvoicejustthetiniestbitshaky."Idon’tunderstandwhatthey’rebloodywaitin’for."

           "Weshouldn’thavecome,"Albysaid.

Настройки
Фон страницы
Размер шрифта
Межстрочный интервал
Фразовые глаголы
Показать / Скрыть меню
Шрифт
Roboto Lora
Уведомления
Страница 357 из 400