Newt looks from Thomas to the darkening Maze. "It’s suicide."
As the first whirring blade clicks just outside the gate, Thomas grabs a makeshift spear. He doesn't know why he remembers the layout of a place he’s never been, or why the name tastes like copper in his mouth. All he knows is that the walls are moving, and for the first time, the prey is going to hunt the predator. El corredor del laberinto 1
"Fight?" Minho scoffs. "With what? Sharpened sticks against three tons of spike and saw?" Newt looks from Thomas to the darkening Maze
"Now we’re all watching," Minho snaps, limping toward them. His clothes are shredded, his face coated in the grey dust of the Labyrinth. "The will be out in minutes. We don’t have the walls to protect us tonight." All he knows is that the walls are
Thomas doesn't look away from the ivy-covered entrance. "Minho was out there. Alby was hurt. I couldn't just watch."