Chapter 51 Chapter 51: The Absolute Best Solution

The meeting suddenly turned into a chorus of arguments, and Newt stood up very calmly, walked over to Thomas and grabbed his arm.Newt dragged Thomas toward the door. "Now, you go out." Thomas was stunned. "Get out? Why?" "You've said enough for a council. We need to talk it over and decide what we're going to do—without you." The two of them walked to the door, and Newt gently pushed Push out the door, "Wait for me at the transmission box. After we finish discussing, we will talk alone." Newt was about to turn around when Thomas reached out and grabbed him. "You've got to trust me, Newt. It's the only way to get out—we can do it, I swear, we're meant to get out."

Nutra lowered his face and whispered into Thomas' ear angrily, "Yes, I especially like the fact that you volunteered to die." "I mean it." Thomas meant it, but only out of a lingering sense of guilt for having helped design the maze.Yet deep down, he firmly believes that he can hold out, get someone to enter a code to close the monsters before they kill everyone, and finally open the door and escape. "Oh, is it?" Newt asked, looking exasperated. "My lord is going to do it himself, isn't he?" "I have my reasons. In a way, we are stuck here, and I have my reasons." He paused to take a breath to calm himself, "Anyway, I'm going anyway, you better not What a waste of lips."

Newt frowned, his eyes suddenly filled with sympathy. "Even if you did help design the maze, Tommy, it's not your fault. You're just a kid—you can't resist what they force you to do." But Newt's words were useless, and no one's persuasion was working.Thomas had to take on the responsibility anyway—and the more he thought about it, the heavier it became. "I just... felt like I had to save everyone to make up for my mistakes." Newt took a step back, shaking his head slowly. "Tommy, do you know what the funniest thing is?" "What?" Thomas asked cautiously.

"I really believe you, and the sincerity in your eyes proves that you're not lying. Damn, I can't believe I'm saying that." He paused, and then continued, "But I gotta go back and let the guys Believe we should go through the will-o'-the-wisp hole, and do what you just said. Let them believe that instead of waiting for the monsters to take us one by one, it's better to fight them." He held up a finger, "But listen to me— —I don't want to hear the annoying talk about you going to die, and all that heroism nonsense. If we decide to escape, then we're all ready to sacrifice—everyone, do you understand?"

Thomas threw up his hands, totally convinced by him. "You hear me clearly, I'm trying to prove that it's worth the risk. If one person is dying every night, we might as well take advantage of it." Newt frowned. "Well, that's exciting!" Thomas turned to leave, but Newt stopped him, "Tommy?" "What's wrong?" He stopped, but didn't look back. "If I can convince everyone—the odds are good—that the best time to escape is at night. We hope that the monsters will come out at night and move around the maze—not in their lair."

"That would be great." Thomas agreed with Newt—he just hoped Newt would convince the Guardians.He turned to look at Newt and nodded. Newt smiled a little, but he barely saw a smile in his anxious expression. "We must act tonight, before anyone is killed." Before Thomas could speak, Newt had disappeared. Thomas was a little taken aback by Newt's last words, and he left the residence, walked toward the old bench next to the transmission box, and sat down.There was a whirlwind of chaos in his head.He'd been thinking about what Alby had said about the Flare, trying to figure out what that would be, and the big boy had mentioned burning earth and a disease.Thomas couldn't remember anything about it, but if it was true, it didn't sound like the world they were trying to return to was a good one.Still - do they have any other options?Not only were the Griever attacking them every night now, but the entire glade was pretty much closed.

Frustrated, anxious, and exhausted by his own thoughts, he called Theresa.Can you hear me? Yes, she replied, where are you? Next to the teleportation box. I'll be there in a minute. Thomas found himself desperately in need of her company.OK, I'm going to tell you about that plan, and I think it works. What is the plan? Thomas leaned back on the bench, his right foot on his left knee, imagining how Teresa would react to what he was about to say.We're going to go through the Griever Hole, use that code to shut off the Griever and open the door to escape. There was a silence.That's my plan.

Thomas thought for a moment, then added, unless you have a better idea. No, but it would be very scary. His right fist slammed into his left, though he knew she couldn't see.We can do it. I doubt it. Well, we must try. There was another silence, longer this time, and he could feel her decision.you are right. I think we have to go tonight, get out of here, and we'll get to the deeper plans. I'll be there in a moment. Thomas' stomach tensed into a knot, and the fact that he had just suggested - the plan that Newt was trying to convince the Guardians to accept - was starting to make him feel bad.He knew it was a dangerous plan, but the idea of ​​fighting monsters--not just running past them--was scarier.The absolute best scenario is that only one of them will die, and even that is doubtful right now.Maybe the creators will modify the monster's programming, and all bets are off.

He tried not to think about it. Teresa appeared, sooner than he expected, and sat down beside him.There was still plenty of room on the bench, but she was still next to Thomas.She reached out and took his hand.He held her hand tightly, too, with such strength that he knew he might hurt her. "Tell me about it," she said. Thomas did so, repeating exactly what he had said to the Guardians.He didn't like the worry—and horror—in Teresa's eyes. "It's easier said than done," he said after telling her everything, "but Newt thinks we should do it tonight, and right now it doesn't sound like much." It made him shudder—he who had defeated monsters knew them all too well.He wished he could protect his friend from that horrible experience, but he knew he couldn't.

"We'll make it," she said quietly. Hearing her say that made him even more worried. "My God, I'm so scared." "My God, you are human, you should be afraid." Thomas didn't respond, and for a long time they sat there, holding hands, not communicating, neither verbally nor telepathically.He felt a little peace in his heart, fleeting, but tried to savor the moment of peace before it faded away.