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Nice to meet ya, shank.
Don't be sorry. The shank deserved it.
Wait a minute, have you guys ever—
That's one of the reasons we run this place all nice and busylike.
Maybe we should call him El Presidente.
I want to be a runner.
Greenie, if you think that was brave comin' out here, listen up.
The vines—can't we climb them?
Is he... alive?
I nominate this shank to replace me as Keeper of the Runners.
If I remember correctly, we're here because of what I did out in the Maze.
You think it's really possible I have a mom and a dad out in the world somewhere, missing me?
Congrats, Jeff. You're officially the first guy here to get your butt beat by a girl.
No one ever understood what I saw, what the Changing did to me! Don't go back to the real world, Thomas!
―Time to be a bloody hero again? ―You think I do things to impress you shanks? Please.
Someone burned all the Maps.
All our names are just stupid nicknames they made up—like Alby for Albert Einstein, Newt for Isaac Newton, and me—Thomas. As in Edison.
Teresa and I were used by the Creators.
―Shouldn't someone give a pep talk or something? ―Go ahead.
Tonight we're taking the fight back to the Creators, no matter what we have to go through to get there. Tonight the Grievers better be scared.
She's right, Chuck—you saved us, man! I told you we needed you!
Everything has gone according to plan, Mr. Newton.
At ease? Who are you, telling us to be at ease? We wanna see the police, the mayor, the president—somebody!
Hang on, Chuck. Don't die—fight it. Someone get help!
I, for one, am encouraged. Remember what the girl wrote on her arm before losing her memory? The one thing she chose to clasp on to?
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