"What do you think Gally was doing running out into the shuck Maze agian?" I ask Newt as we walk down the stairs of the homestead.
He shrugs. "Dunno. He was probably just crazy from the Changing. He's not suicidal...at least as far as I know."
"Yeah. Man, Newt. The Changing. That and the Grievers are the only things I can say scare me."
"Same here, man. What's wrong with the creators, unleashing those things on a bunch of kids?"
"Dunno. But I'll tell you one thing; if we solve the Maze and get out of here...I'm gonna kill them."
"I'll be right behind you Minho, right behind you."
I grin, and flop down on the ground in my usual spot, and Ko'ed in less than a minute.
Sun. Go away sun. It can't be morning. Not yet. I'm too tired for it to be morning.
But it is. A few seconds later Newt is shaking me awake. "Wake up, Slinthead. Time to go run."
"Oh joy," I moan, getting to my feet. "I'm so excited." I say through a yawn. "Let's go." Newt and I both take off toward our designated sections of the Maze.
Oh this is fun, isn't it?