A must-have gift for every collection—from the die-hard Maze Runner fan to the YA book lover just coming to the series to the binge reader who's catching up. ALSO BY JAMES DASHNER The 13th Reality series. The Journal of Curious Letters The Hunt for Dark Infinity For Lynette. This book was a. The Maze Runner basic plot. When Thomas (Styles S) has awakened, he is pulled from an elevator into a Glade by a group of make teenagers.
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Your Name required. He pictured snow on trees, running down a leaf-strewn road, eating a hamburger, the moon casting a pale glow on a grassy meadow, swimming in a lake, a busy city square with hundreds of people bustling about their business. Help Center Find new research papers in: Images of people ashed across his mind, but there was no recognition, their faces replaced with haunted smears of color. He wanted to run and hide from these people. As he rotated in a slow circle, the other kids snickered and stared; some reached out and poked him with a nger.
The gladers expect a new boy to come to the glade every month on the same day, so it was definitely a surprise to them. Not only did the person come earlier than usual, but the new glader was a girl. At first the girl looked dead, but was discovered that she was in a coma. When she woke up, she only opened her eyes for 3 seconds and mysteriously said, "everything is about to change". She also came holding a message on a piece of paper, it said, "she is the last one, ever".
Chapter 5 The girl is put into a medical room until further notice. The next day, Thomas finally got to meet an actual runner, the keeper of the runners. His name is Minho, and he brought information on seeing the first ever dead griever.
Alby said they should go check it out and see what might have caused it, but when tried to come back, Minho was pulling him, and Alby was not moving. Alby was stung by one of the grievers, and Thomas decides to go out and try to help him, but they all end up stuck in the maze at night. Chapter 6 Minho ran away, completely abandoning Thomas and Alby who was still unconscious.
Thomas then tried to climb the wall, carrying Alby as well, he made progress by getting to about 30 feet up the wall, but then grievers started to come. Thomas was forced to leave Alby on the wall, and had to run, or swing, for his life. He out smarted a couple grievers, and when he found Minho again, they outsmarted all of the grievers who came towards them into falling off a cliff.
They ended up surviving the night, the first people ever to survive the night, even Alby was still alive. Chapter 7 The next morning the new girl woke up at last, and has a special gift, she can talk to Thomas in his mind. Then things start to fall apart, the screen turns grey as if it were a screen, and on that night, the gates did not close.
The grievers had complete access to the glade, and attacked it. During the attack a boy named Gally came to a place where a few gladers were hiding and said that the grievers would kill one glader every night.
After three days, three gladers died, and that is when Thomas came up with a terrible idea. He would have to Get stung by a griever on purpose and go through the changing,get his memories. Chapter 8 Thomas's idea was a success and finds out very bad things about him and Teresa.
Thomas and Teresa helped create the glade and helped come up with the idea. He also finds out about strange things like the glade is not outdoor, and that the gladers' names are not even their real names. Then he remembered the most important part, how to get out.
They would have to go through the griever hole, the home of the grievers. Chapter 9 Later that day Thomas and Teresa find a code hidden in the maps of the maze.
That code was used to escape the maze and kill every single griever there. Half of the gladers died that day, fighting for their lives against the grievers. When they came face to face with the creators Thomas noticed that Gally was there and he was forced to try and kill Thomas, and chuck sacrificed himself to save Thomas.
They now live in a world with the most horrible disease known to mankind.
The Flare. With another jolt, the room jerked upward like an old lift in a mine shaft. Harsh sounds of chains and pulleys, like the workings of an ancient steel factory, echoed through the room, bouncing o the walls with a hollow, tinny whine.
He wanted to cry, but no tears came; he could only sit there, alone, waiting. My name is Thomas, he thought. That … that was the only thing he could remember about his life. His mind functioned without aw, trying to calculate his surroundings and predicament.
Knowledge ooded his thoughts, facts and images, memories and details of the world and how it works. He pictured snow on trees, running down a leaf-strewn road, eating a hamburger, the moon casting a pale glow on a grassy meadow, swimming in a lake, a busy city square with hundreds of people bustling about their business. Images of people ashed across his mind, but there was no recognition, their faces replaced with haunted smears of color.
The room continued its ascent, swaying; Thomas grew immune to the ceaseless rattling of the chains that pulled him upward. A long time passed. Minutes stretched into hours, although it was impossible to know for sure because every second seemed an eternity. He was smarter than that. Strangely enough, he felt his fear whisked away like a swarm of gnats caught in the wind, replaced by an intense curiosity.
He wanted to know where he was and what was happening. With a groan and then a clonk, the rising room halted; the sudden change jolted Thomas from his huddled position and threw him across the hard oor. As he scrambled to his feet, he felt the room sway less and less until it nally stilled.
Everything fell silent. A minute passed. He looked in every direction but saw only darkness; he felt along the walls again, searching for a way out. But there was nothing, only the cool metal. He groaned in frustration; his echo ampli ed through the air, like the haunted moan of death. It faded, and silence returned. He screamed, called for help, pounded on the walls with his fists.
Thomas backed into the corner once again, folded his arms and shivered, and the fear returned. He felt a worrying shudder in his chest, as if his heart wanted to escape, to flee his body. A loud clank rang out above him and he sucked in a startled breath as he looked up.
A straight line of light appeared across the ceiling of the room, and Thomas watched as it expanded. A heavy grating sound revealed double sliding doors being forced open. After so long in darkness, the light stabbed his eyes; he looked away, covering his face with both hands. He heard noises above—voices—and fear squeezed his chest. The voices were odd, tinged with echo; some of the words were completely foreign—others felt familiar.
He willed his eyes to adjust as he squinted toward the light and those speaking. At rst he could see only shifting shadows, but they soon turned into the shapes of bodies—people bending over the hole in the ceiling, looking down at him, pointing.
And then, as if the lens of a camera had sharpened its focus, the faces cleared. They were boys, all of them—some young, some older. They were just teenagers. Some of his fear melted away, but not enough to calm his racing heart.
Someone lowered a rope from above, the end of it tied into a big loop. Thomas hesitated, then stepped into it with his right foot and clutched the rope as he was yanked toward the sky. Hands reached down, lots of hands, grabbing him by his clothes, pulling him up. The world seemed to spin, a swirling mist of faces and color and light. A storm of emotions wrenched his gut, twisted and pulled; he wanted to scream, cry, throw up.
The chorus of voices had grown silent, but someone spoke as they yanked him over the sharp edge of the dark box. Still dazzled by the light, he staggered a bit. He was consumed with curiosity but still felt too ill to look closely at his surroundings.