All the gladers were awake and staring at one thing; The sky.
A number of feelings rushed through my soul when I saw that the sky was grey.
And everyone just kept on staring. No one had anything to say
Newt whispers ''Do you know what's happening Greenie?''
''No not a single shucking clue'' [Thomas]
''Strange because the supplies didn't come up either'' [Newt]
''But then what about the food and the weapons?'' [Thomas]
''Looks like we better start saving up then''
''We've already talked to Frypan'' [Newt]
''You know Teresa said looking for numbers in the maps'' [Thomas]
''Better take Minho. He knows 'em better than anyone else'' [Newt]
I take Minho to the map room and tell him about the numbers.
''There are None! There's no way we've missed that'' [Minho]
''Quit being a jerk and look over here with me'' [Thomas]
''Fine then I'll do it. If you say please'' [Minho]
We both laugh and he sits on an empty chair
''Okay greenie the maze repeats as shown here and here'' [Minho]
"If we think hard, we'll be able to find something''.
''And if we couldn't, you know what that means''
Shifting from paper to paper to find the numbers
"Hey Greenie! I think I found something"
YOU ARE READING
Poem: ''The Maze Runner''
Fiksi PenggemarThomas began his new life in the elevator with no memory of who he was or the outside world. He finds himself in a maze named the Glade with many other boys who have been trying to find a way out for three years. Can Thomas find a way out of the maz...
