Chapter 10.

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"What were you two shanks doing?" Minho demanded.

"Saving your life!" Thomas yelled.

Minho laughed,"You just shucking killed yourself!"

"With no thank you," Casey muttered.

"Oh, I'm sorry, thank you for signing your suicide notes. It makes it a lot easier."

"You know, what the hell, Minho. We try to be nice, but why bother!" Thomas kicked a rock.

"Why bother is right. Why bother killing your god damn-"

"ENOUGH!"

Casey's shout was so loud, she just knew Newt was covering his ears.

"I'm downright sick, of your arguing. You two run this thing every day, figure a way out!"

"There's no way out, shuckface. We would've found it by now. We can't get out, especially not in the dark."

"Then what do we do?" Thomas asked.

"We run."

  

And with that he was gone, and Thomas and Casey couldn't speak.

~

"What do we do now?" Casey asked.

"I dunno. The Grievers'll be out soon, and then we're dead."

He muttered on and on until he yelled,"Alby! Casey, we've gotta save him!"

"How the hell are we s'posed to do that?"

Thomas looked around until his eyes settled on a vine.

"There."

He picked up Alby, and dragged him over to the wall.

"Ya know how to climb?"

"Um, yes."

"Good. Climb up until I tell you to stop."

Casey did as she was told, and when Thomas gave her the order, she listened.

"Okay. Now, I'm gonna give you one of his hands, you're gonna pull him up. Got it?"

"Mmhmm."

"Kay, here he comes."

When she saw the hand, she gripped the ivy with her right arm, and reached down with her left, met Alby's, and pulled him up.

With lots of work, Alby was at the top, and Casey was stuck.

"Hey, jump!"

She looked down, and around thirty feet behind Thomas, it was coming.

A glob with metal contraptions for arms slugged up the long corridor towards them, and Thomas was yelking at her. A girl mortified of hights, being told to jump.

"I'll catch you! C'mon!"

That's what they all say, she thought.

"Casey, we're going to die!"

He gave her to the count of three.

"One.....two-"

She jumped.

He caught her.

She noticed how he was like Newt.

He was warm.

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