Chapter 23 Chapter 23 The Desire for Revenge

Thomas kept thinking about Alby. Saving his life and bringing him back after spending the night in the maze seemed like a great victory.But is it worth it?He was in excruciating pain right now, suffering just like Ben.What if he, like Ben, was crazy?Thomas was tormented by these thoughts. The light of dawn shone on the clearing, and Alby's screams could be heard endlessly, and it was hard not to hear them.Thomas managed to get the doctor away, leaving him alone—exhausted, with sore bandages—but the wailing of anguish clung to him.Thomas wants to get a glimpse of the man he risked his life to save, but Newt flatly refuses. "Going there will only make things worse." He said resolutely, refusing to accommodate at all.

Thomas was too tired to argue, he never knew his body could be so tired, even after so much sleep, it wouldn't help.After that night, there was nothing he could do, and he sat on a bench by the graveyard most of the day, lost in despair.The joy of his narrow escape quickly dissipated, and now his mind was filled with pain and worries about his new life here.Every muscle in my body hurts now, with cuts and bruises from head to toe.Even with all the injuries, it couldn't compare to the emotional impact he'd been through.Now, at last, he realizes that living here is a fait accompli—as if he finally received a diagnosis of terminal cancer from a doctor.

Who can be happy with such a life?How could someone be so evil, he thought, to do such psychologically twisted things to us?He deeply understood why everyone was desperate to find a way out of the maze.They didn't just want to escape.For so long, Thomas had felt a burning desire for vengeance—he wanted revenge on those who had sent him here. But every time he thought of this, he would only fall into despair.Newt and other walkers explored the maze for two years, but failed to solve the problem.Is there no answer at all?Everyone said that they did not give up, but it was actually these people who did not give up, not this matter.

Now he is one of them. This is my life, he thought, in a great maze surrounded by hideous Griever.Grief spreads through the body like a poison.Alby was some distance away from him, but the painful voice was still clear.Thomas felt even more uncomfortable, the sound hit his eardrums, and his hands tightened. Finally, the long day is finally coming to an end.The sun was setting, and the familiar sound of the four doors closing together sounded again, marking the coming of night.Thomas had no recollection of his previous life, but he was certain that he had just had the worst twenty-four hours of his life.After dark, Chuck brought him some food and a large glass of cold water.

"Thank you," Thomas said, feeling a surge of warmth in his heart.He moved his sore arm and cleaned up the beef and noodles on the plate. "This is all I need." He took a big bite of the meat and mumbled.He drank a lot of water, then ate again.He didn't realize how hungry he was until the meal was delivered. "The way you eat is disgusting," Chuck said, sitting down beside him. "It's like watching a pig eat." "It's funny," Thomas' voice could not contain the sarcasm. "You should tease the others and see if they laugh."

A look of hurt flashed across Chuck's face, and Thomas felt a little guilty—but that quickly faded. "That reminds me that you're the talk of the town right now." Thomas' back straightened even more, and he didn't know how to feel. "what does that mean?" "Oh, my God, I thought about what to say. First, you broke into the maze against the rules. Then you became the king of the jungle, climbed the vines, and tied people to the walls. Then you became the first A group of people who survived the whole night in the maze. Besides, you killed four Grievous, I can't imagine what those fools are saying about you now."

A surge of pride welled up in Thomas, then faded away quickly.He was actually happy—he couldn't help feeling sick.Alby was still lying on the bed, wailing in pain, and maybe he just wanted to die right now. "Tricking them to go to the edge of the cliff was Minho's idea, not mine." "That's not what he said. He said that he was inspired by your 'wait before turning' trick, and he didn't come up with the idea until he was on the edge of the cliff." "'Wait before you turn?'" Thomas rolled his eyes. "A fool can figure it out."

"Don't think of us all as idiots—you're amazing. Oh no, it's you, you and Minho." Thomas threw the empty plate on the floor and burst into flames. "Then why do I still feel bad, Chuck? Can you tell me why?" Thomas looked at Chuck's face, trying to find an answer.But judging from his expression, he didn't know either.The child just clasped his hands together and knelt down with his head bowed.Finally, he murmured softly: "We feel sad too, for the same reason." They sat in silence for a few minutes before Newt walked over.He walked quietly, like a god of death.He sat in front of them with a sad and anxious expression on his face.Even so, Thomas was happy to have him by his side.

"I think the most difficult stage is over," Newt said. "Then Shank should sleep for a few days, and he will be fine when he wakes up. Maybe he will call twice from time to time." Thomas couldn't imagine how painful the process was, but the pain was still a mystery to him.He looked at Newt, tried to look casual, and asked, "Newt, what the hell is going on? Seriously, I don't know what this pain change means." Newt's answer caught Thomas off guard. "You think we know?" he snapped, his arms popping up and dropping heavily back onto his knees, "All we know is that if the Griever sticks you with those goddamn needles they have, you're going to have to get a serum , otherwise there is only a dead end. After the injection, the body will go berserk, shaking non-stop, the skin will blister and turn a weird green color, and people will vomit until their stomachs turn out. You think this explanation is enough, Tang rice?"

Thomas frowned. Newt was bothered enough, he didn't want to mess with his mind, but he needed an answer. "Hey, I know what happened to your friend makes everyone worry, but all I want to know are the facts that have already happened. Tell me, why do you call that process 'painful change'?" Newt relaxes, seems to give in, he even sighs. "This process will awaken people's memories. There are only fragments, but it is definitely our own memory before we came to this ghost place. Everyone after this stage, they behave like psychopaths-generally not As bad as Ben. Overall, it’s like your old life was handed to you and taken away again.”

Thomas' mind boiled. "Are you sure?" he asked. Newt looked confused. "What do you mean? Sure of what?" "The reason why they have such a violent reaction is because they want to go back to their previous life, or because they find that the past is not much better than the present?" Newt stared at him blankly, then looked away again, seemingly lost in thought. "People who have undergone a traumatic change almost never discuss their thoughts, they become ... different, and they don't want to meet people. There are many such people in the open space, and I can't bear to be with them." His The voice became distant, and the eyes wandered to a clearing in the forest.Thomas knew what he was thinking—Alby was going to be someone else. "No!" Chuck said, "Gary is the worst." "Any news about the girl?" Thomas changed the subject. He didn't want to talk about Gary, and he kept thinking about the girl. "I saw the doctor feeding her something upstairs." "No news," Newt said. "Still in a coma, I can't tell you that. She would slur a few words from time to time, it didn't make any sense, like she was dreaming. But she also ate, and her body It's not bad, it's weird." There was a long silence, everyone seemed to be looking for an explanation for the girl.Thomas thought again of the unspeakable connection between the two of them, which seemed to have faded a lot now—or maybe only temporarily, after all, he was thinking too much at the moment. Newt finally broke the silence. "No matter what, next, we all think about what to do with Tommy." Thomas was shocked, this sentence made him a little baffled. "What are you going to do with me? What are you talking about?" Newt stood up and stretched his arms. "Damn Shank, you're messing up our place. Now half the people think you're God, and the other half want to throw you back in the teleportation box, they've got a lot to say." "Like what?" Thomas didn't know which perception he found more disturbing: seeing him as a hero, or wishing he had never been there. "Just be patient," Newt said, "you'll have the answer when you wake up tomorrow." "Have to wait until tomorrow? Why?" Thomas didn't like the implication of that. "I've called a general meeting, and you're going to be there, and you're the only thing on our agenda." After saying this, Newt turned around and left, leaving Thomas alone to ponder: Why hold a conference that only discusses him?