El Corredor Del Laberinto 1 〈Top 50 ORIGINAL〉

Thomas doesn't look away from the ivy-covered entrance. "Minho was out there. Alby was hurt. I couldn't just watch."

"We use the Maze against them," Thomas insists. He remembers the map Minho showed him—the shifting sectors, the way the walls move at midnight. "There’s a section in Sector Seven that narrows. If we can lure one there right as the shift happens..." El corredor del laberinto 1

As the first whirring blade clicks just outside the gate, Thomas grabs a makeshift spear. He doesn't know why he remembers the layout of a place he’s never been, or why the name tastes like copper in his mouth. All he knows is that the walls are moving, and for the first time, the prey is going to hunt the predator. Thomas doesn't look away from the ivy-covered entrance

Newt looks from Thomas to the darkening Maze. "It’s suicide." I couldn't just watch

"Now we’re all watching," Minho snaps, limping toward them. His clothes are shredded, his face coated in the grey dust of the Labyrinth. "The will be out in minutes. We don’t have the walls to protect us tonight."

"You shouldn't have done it, Greenie," Newt mutters, leaning against the wooden lookout. "Running into the Maze when the doors were closing? That’s a death sentence."

The trio stands at the edge of the forest, the only part of the Glade that offers even a sliver of shadow. Deep within the Maze, a mechanical shriek pierces the air—the sound of metal grinding on bone. The Grievers are waking up.