Summary

Chapter Fifty-Five

They all ran toward the Cliff. The group spread out as wide as the corridor. Thomas worried about the stamina of the non-Runners. Newt told Minho to lead the way. Thomas was fully engaged but filled with dread. Although the non-Runners were exhausted, no one quit. Initially, there was no sign of the Grievers. When they were near the Cliff, they heard the first distinctive sounds of approaching Grievers. From the sound, Minho estimated that there was at least a dozen of them. Word spread quickly. It was time to fight. Thomas thought that maybe the Grievers had taken a boy from the Glade. Some Grievers were moving down one corridor toward them; another group was advancing on them; and, one group was waiting for them in front of the Cliff.

The Gladers huddled together and were ready to fight. But...