Chapter 2 Chapter 2 The Crazy Man Outside the Window

That's how the accident started, he heard Teresa say those few words, but they sounded like they were coming from far away, like coming from the mouth of a long blocked tunnel.His sleep seemed to have turned into a viscous fluid, thick and viscous, trapping him.He became aware of himself, realized that he was disconnected from the world, buried in an exhausting languor from which he could not wake up. Thomas! She screamed.A piercing sound hit his mind.At first he felt a little fear, but that fear was more like a dream, and he could only sleep deeply.And they're all safe now, with nothing to worry about.Yes, it must have been a dream.Teresa is fine, they are all fine.He relaxed again, letting himself sink into lethargy.

Other sounds crept into his consciousness, the pounding of hammers, the clang of metal colliding, the sound of things crumbling, the shouts of the boys, perhaps more like echoes of shouts, very distant and dull.Suddenly, those sounds became more like screams.It wasn't as eerie as a human cry of pain, but it was still far away, as if he was wrapped in a thick cocoon of black velvet. Finally, a certain thought broke this peaceful sleep.Something was wrong, Teresa had called him and told him something was wrong!He wrestled with the deep sleep that held him, and clung to the force that was haunting him.

wake up!He shouted to himself, wake up! Then, something in him disappeared.What was there a moment ago is gone the next moment. He felt like a vital organ had just been ripped from his body. It was her, and she disappeared. Teresa!He screamed with his mind, Teresa!Are you there? But there was no answer, and he no longer felt the reassuring feeling of her presence.He called her name again, and again, continuing to wrestle with the power of the dark sleep as he called. Finally, reality rushed in and drove the darkness away.Fear engulfed him, Thomas opened his eyes, sat up quickly in bed, stood up quickly, jumped out of bed, and looked around.

Everything is crazy. The other Gladers in the room were running around, yelling.The air was filled with horrible, horrifying, frightening sounds, like the screams of tortured animals.It was Frypan, pointing to the window, pale.Newt and Minho were running towards the door.Winston, holding his horrified, pimple-ridden face in his hands, looked as though he had just seen a flesh-eating zombie.Others stumbled, you tripped me, I tripped you, all looked out of different windows at the same time, but at the same time tried to keep a distance from the windows.Thomas was painfully aware that the vast majority of the twenty children who had survived the maze, he didn't even know their names.It was an odd idea in such a chaotic scene.

Out of the corner of his eye he caught something that made him turn and look towards the wall.The sight in front of him instantly dispelled the sense of peace and security he felt when he spoke to Teresa that night, and he even wondered whether such emotions could exist in the world he was in at this moment. Three feet from his bed, colorful drapes hung, and a bright, blinding light came out of one window.The window panes were shattered, jagged shards remaining on the criss-crossed steel sills.A man stood on the other side, clutching the window rails with bleeding hands.His eyes were opened hard, bloodshot, and madness in his eyes.

His thin, sun-tanned face was covered with sores and scars.He has no hair, just sickly blotches on his head that look like green moss.There was a horrible gash in his right cheek, and Thomas could see his teeth through the gash.Saliva dripped from the man's chin in several meandering streams. "I'm a lunatic!" the man yelled in horror, "I'm a bloody lunatic!" Then he started screaming one sentence over and over again, spit splattering every time he screamed. "Kill me! Kill me! Kill me!..."