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Chapter 58

           Teresaslippeddowntheslidewithanalmostcheerfulshriek,andThomasfollowedherbeforehecouldtalkhimselfoutofitanythingwasbetterthantheMaze.

           Hisbodyshotdownasteepdecline,slickwithanoilygoothatsmelledawfullikeburntplasticandoverusedmachinery.Hetwistedhisbodyuntilhegothisfeetinfrontofhim,thentriedtoholdhishandsouttoslowhimselfdown.Itwasuselessthegreasystuffcoveredeveryinchofthestone;hecouldn’tgripanything.

           ThescreamsoftheotherGladersechoedoffthetunnelwallsastheysliddowntheoilychute.PanicgrippedThomas’sheart.Hecouldn’tfightofftheimagethatthey’dbeenswallowedbysomegiganticbeastandwereslidingdownitslongesophagus,abouttolandinitsstomachatanysecond.Andasifhisthoughtshadmaterialized,thesmellschangedtosomethingmorelikemildewandrot.Hestartedgagging;ittookallhiseffortnottothrowuponhimself.

           Thetunnelbegantotwist,turninginaroughspiral,justenoughtoslowthemdown,andThomas’sfeetsmackedrightintoTeresa,hittingherinthehead;herecoiledandafeelingofcompletemiserysankoverhim.Theywerestillfalling.Timeseemedtostretchout,endless.

           Aroundandaroundtheywentdownthetube.Nauseaburnedinhisstomachthesquishingofthegooagainsthisbody,thesmell,thecirclingmotion.HewasjustabouttoturnhisheadtothesidetothrowupwhenTeresaletoutasharpcrythistimetherewasnoecho.Asecondlater,Thomasflewoutofthetunnelandlandedonher.

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