Chapter 8 Chapter VIII Prison Confinement

The two female soldiers raised their weapons higher, pointing their large round muzzles at the three boys. "Don't force me to use force," said one of them, "you have no chance of tricks, and we will shoot you if you move." The three men swung the launcher straps on their shoulders, and walked toward the rebellious Glader one-on-one.Thomas still felt strangely calm—partly from the determination to fight to the end, but also from the satisfaction that WICKED had to use five heavily armed soldiers against their three teenagers! The guy holding Thomas' arm was twice his size, and incredibly muscular.He dragged Thomas quickly through the door and into the corridor.Thomas looked back, another guard half-dragged Minho out of the gate, followed closely behind, and Newt followed behind Minho, struggling in vain.

The boys kept being dragged through hall after hall, and the only sound came from Minho: he was grunting, shouting, and cursing.Thomas wanted to tell him to stop shouting, wanted to tell him that this would only make things worse and could even kill him, but Minho ignored him and just resisted desperately until the group of them finally stopped in front of a door . One of the armed guards unlocked the door with a key card, and she pushed it open, revealing a small bedroom with two bunk beds and a small kitchen with table and chairs in the corner.This was clearly not what Thomas had expected: he had expected a cell like the one in the glade, with dirty floors and tattered chairs.

"Get in!" she said, "we'll get you something to eat. You're doing so poorly that we didn't even think about starving you for days, you should be lucky! Tests tomorrow, so better sleep tonight Sleep." The three men pushed their Gladers into the room and slammed the door shut, the click of the lock echoing in the air. Immediately, Thomas felt the confinement in the white-walled cell come back.He crossed the room to the door, twisted the handle hard, pulled and pushed with all his might.He beat hard with both fists and shouted desperately to get out. "Forget it," Newt said after him, "the ghosts won't come to help you!"

Thomas was spinning around the room, but when he saw his friend standing in front of him, he stopped, and Minho spoke before he could open his mouth. "I think we've missed our chance," he said, sitting down on the bed. "We'll be dying of old age here before your miracle moment comes, Thomas. They can't tell you, 'Now is the time to run, Because we're going to be busy for the next ten minutes.' We've got to take our chances ourselves." Thomas hated to admit that his friends were right, but they were, and they should have gotten out before the guards showed up. "I'm sorry, it just doesn't feel like it's time. And since they're holding weapons in our faces, any attempt seems like a waste and pointless."

Minho could only say, "Yes, okay." Then he added, "You and Brenda had a good time together." Thomas took a deep breath. "She said something." Minho sat up straight on the bed: "She said something? What does it mean?" "She told me not to trust them, but only her, and someone called Prime Minister Page." "Hey, what the hell is she up to?" Newt asks. "She's working for WICKED, right? What do you mean, she's just an asshole actor in Scorched Earth?" "Yeah, it sounds like she's not much better than the rest of them," Minho added.

Thomas just couldn't agree, and he couldn't explain it to himself, let alone his friend. "Look, I used to work for them too, but don't you believe me too? It doesn't mean anything. Maybe she didn't have a choice, maybe she changed, I don't know." Minho squinted his eyes, as if he was thinking about something, but he didn't respond.Newt just sat on the floor with his hands folded and his mouth pouted like a child. Thomas shook his head, tired of guessing everything.He walked over to open the small refrigerator, his stomach was already growling with hunger.He found some cheese sticks and grapes, and gave them out.He stuffed the cheese down his throat whole and drank the whole bottle of juice.The two of them were also gobbling, and neither said a word.

After a while, a woman appeared with a plate of cut pork and potatoes, which they ate again.It was just night, judging by Thomas' watch, but he couldn't even imagine falling asleep.He sat on a chair, facing his friend, and began to wonder what to do.He still felt a little annoyed, and felt as if it was his own fault: he could have tried to do something, but he didn't think of a way for everyone. Since the food was brought, Minho was the first to speak: "Maybe we should give in to those stinky faces, and we'll do whatever they want us to do. Then we'll sit together and be chubby and happy." .”

Thomas knew he didn't mean that at all: "Yeah, maybe you could find one of the nice girls who work here, get married, have a baby, and let the whole world die at the hands of a bunch of lunatics." Minho went on to say, "WICKED will find the blueprint, and we'll live together happily ever after." "It's not fun at all," Newt said angrily. "Even if they did find a cure, as you saw in the Scorched Earth, it would be an infinite amount of time before the world returned to normal. Even if it could, We'll never see it either." Thomas realized he was just sitting there, staring blankly at a spot on the floor. "After all they've done to us, I don't believe it one iota." He just couldn't get over the fact that Newt—his friend, a man who would do anything for others—had been sentenced to death. : An incurable disease!They're just there to wait and see!

"That Jenson guy thought he had it," Thomas went on. "He thought everything would be better. Let all mankind die, or do something terrible to save them! In this nine percent In a world where nineteen to nine people will become lunatics and devils, the few immune people cannot live long." "What do you want to say?" Minho muttered. "I mean, before they erased my memory, I felt like I believed in all this crap, but never again." Now he was terrified that any regained memory would change his mind. "Then let's not waste our next chance, Tommy," Newt said.

"Tomorrow," Minho added, "there will always be a way." Thomas gave them a deep look: "Okay! There will always be a way." Newt yawned, and the other two followed suit. "Then we'd better stop talking nonsense and go to sleep."