Thomas doesn't look away from the ivy-covered entrance. "Minho was out there. Alby was hurt. I couldn't just watch."
"We can't just hide," Thomas says, his pulse thrumming with a strange, frantic energy. Since he arrived in the "Box" two days ago, he’s felt a pull toward those stone corridors, a sense of recognition that terrifies him. "We have to fight. If they find us here, we're trapped." El corredor del laberinto 1
The heavy metal doors of the grind shut, echoing against the stone walls as the sun dips below the horizon. For Thomas, the sound isn't just a signal of night; it’s a reminder of the prison they call home. Thomas doesn't look away from the ivy-covered entrance
"Fight?" Minho scoffs. "With what? Sharpened sticks against three tons of spike and saw?" I couldn't just watch