Chapter 29 Chapter 29 Time Alone

Thomas didn't stop until the sound disappeared completely. At this time, he was shocked to find that he had been running for nearly an hour-the shadow of the high wall was cast to the east, and soon the sun was going to set, night was coming, and the gate was about to be closed.He has to go back.This was what he thought of first, and secondly, he recognized the direction and time without thinking. He was instinctively familiar with this place. He has to go back. But he didn't know how to face her, the voice that appeared in his mind, and all the strange things she said. He has no choice, and refusing to admit the truth solves nothing.Having your own brain hacked, as bad and weird as it is, is better than encountering a Griever again.

He ran to the clearing, learning a little more about himself.Unconsciously, he recalled in his mind the exact route he had taken when he came out.On the way back, without hesitation, he kept turning left and right along the long aisle, returning along the same road, and he knew what it meant. Minho was right, Thomas would be the best walker before long. He also found that the night he spent in the maze was the definitive proof that his body was in its prime.A day ago, his limbs were sore and weak, and he had no strength at all, but now he has fully recovered. After running for nearly two hours, he still didn't feel any effort.It is not necessary to accurately calculate his running speed and time, but he also knows that the distance he has run is close to the distance of a half marathon.

He had never before imagined how big the maze really was, mile after mile, endless.The walls moved, changing every night, and he finally understood why the maze was so difficult.He had always felt that the walkers were clumsy, but now his doubts were completely gone. He turned left, turned right, and ran forward without stopping.By the time he ran through the gate and into the clearing, it was only a few minutes before the gate closed.He was also tired, so he walked straight to the cemetery, into the depths of the woods, to the place where the trees were most lush in the southwest corner.Right now, what he needs most is time alone.

Gradually, the sound of people talking, the faint bleating of sheep and the snorting of pigs came from afar.His wish came true: he found the intersection of the two giant walls, and sat down in the corner.No one will come, no one will bother him.The south wall began to move, and night was officially upon us.Thomas watched it until the door closed completely.A few minutes later, he fell asleep comfortably with his back against the thick ivy. Early the next morning, someone gently woke him up. "Thomas, wake up." It was Chuck, who seemed to be able to find Thomas no matter where he was.He snorted dissatisfiedly, leaned forward, stretched himself, and found that someone had covered him with some blankets while he was asleep, and it seemed that someone had played the role of the snail girl.

"What time is it?" he asked. "You're going to be late for breakfast." Chuck tugged at his arm. "Come on, get up. You've got to be good or you're going to be shit." Only then did Thomas recall a series of things that happened yesterday, and at the same time he was so hungry that his stomach was perforated.What will they do to me?He thought, what did she mean by what she said, when we attacked them and ourselves together? On second thought, maybe I was crazy.It may be that the maze gave him too much pressure, making him temporarily confused.No matter what the situation was, he was the only one who heard that voice.The others didn't know what Tereza had said, didn't accuse him, they didn't even know she had told him her name.

Except Newt. He had to stay awake, his situation was bad enough, there was no need to make it worse by telling people that he had an extra voice in his head.The only problem was Newt, whom Thomas had to convince that he had been crushed by the stress yesterday and that he had recovered after a good night's rest.I am not crazy.Thomas told himself.Yep, he's definitely not crazy. Chuck looked at him, eyebrows raised high. "I'm sorry," Thomas said, standing up, trying to look as normal as possible, "I just lost my mind. Go eat, I'm starving." "Good." Chuck patted Thomas on the back.

They walked to the residence, and Chuck talked non-stop all the way.Thomas had no complaints—Chuck was the most normal thing in his life. "Newt found you last night. He told everyone to let you sleep there. More importantly, he also told us the decision of the council - go to the cell for a day, and then you will officially start training as a walker. It's planned. Some people are dissatisfied, some people are happy, and others don't care. As for me, I think it's pretty good." Speaking of this, Chuck took a breath and continued, "Your first night here , I was just talking about being a walker, and I have been laughing at you in my heart. I kept telling myself that this fool will wake up one day. Well, now you have proved me wrong, it feels good, doesn't it? "

But Thomas didn't want to say more. "I just did what anyone would do. It's not my fault that Minho and Newt wanted me to be a walker." "Yeah, that's right, you should be less humble." Now the identity of "Walker" is the least of Thomas' worries.What bothered him was why he kept thinking about Teresa, about the voice in his head and those words. "I'm actually quite excited." Thomas forced himself to smile.He was going to stay in the cell for a day, thinking of this, he was a little scared. "We're just waiting to see what you look like when you're about to get your bowels out. Anyway, I want to tell you that I, Chuck, are still proud of you."

Thomas laughed at his friend's enthusiasm. "It makes you like my mother," Thomas said, "and the world becomes more beautiful in your eyes." Oh, mother, he suddenly thought of the word, and his heart sank suddenly-he couldn't remember his mother's words. look like.It felt so bad that he quickly let go of the thought. They went to the kitchen, took a simple a la carte, and sat down at a large table.Everyone in and out of here stared at Thomas for a long time, some came over to congratulate him, and some looked at him maliciously.It now appears that most people are on his side.As he ate, he thought of Gary.

"Hey, Chuck," he asked casually after a few bites of eggs, "did they find Gary?" "No. I just wanted to tell you that after he left the venue yesterday, someone saw him enter the maze, and he was never seen again after that." The fork fell out of Thomas' hand, and he was astonished at the unexpected news. "What? Seriously? He's in the maze?" "Yeah, everyone thinks he's crazy. Didn't you run out yesterday? Someone even said you killed him." "It's unbelievable..." Thomas stared at the plate in front of him, trying to figure out why Gary would do that.

"Don't worry, man. Nobody likes him except a few of his buddies, and those are the only ones who say bad things about you." Thomas couldn't believe Chuck was so casual when he said those words. "You know, that Shank may be dead, you make it sound like he's on vacation." Chuck thought about it. "I don't think he's dead." "Huh? Then where did he go? Isn't Minho and I the only ones who survived the night in the maze?" "That's why I say that, I think his friends must have hid him. Gary's an idiot, but not stupid enough to spend a night in a maze." Thomas shook his head. "Maybe that's why he's out there. To prove that what I can do, he can do too. This Shank hates me." He paused, then added, "He used to hate me too. " "Well, it doesn't matter." Chuck shrugged, as if the two were arguing over what to have for breakfast, "If he died, you might find his body. If not, he's hungry. It will show up, I don't care." Thomas cleared the dishes and took them to the counter. "I just want to have a normal day - a day to relax." "Then your damn wish can come true." A voice came from behind the kitchen door. Thomas turned to find Newt, smiling at him.The smile seemed to say that the world was getting better again, and Thomas felt relieved a lot. "Come on, poor cell boy," Newt said, "and enjoy it when you're in the cell. Come on, Chuck'll bring you lunch at noon." Thomas nodded and headed for the door, Newt leading the way.All of a sudden, a day trip to the cell is wonderful—just think of it as a day to relax and unwind. But he had a feeling that a day with nothing to do and no oddities happening in the clearing was less likely than Gary giving him flowers.