“Break my heart. Break it a thousand times, if you like. It was only ever yours to break anyway.”
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It was Minho. His clothes were on fire. With a shriek that sent sharp pains through his head, he fell to the ground next to his friend. He dug into the earth - thankfully loose from the explosion of electricity that had hit it - and shoveled it on top of Minho with both hands, scooping frantically.
“I think it’s safe to say the maze trials were a complete success, It’s too soon to say, but they could be the key to everything. It’s time now to begin phase two.”
“He didn’t care about the others anymore. The chaos around him seemed to siphon away his humanity, turn him into an animal. All he wanted was to survive, make it to that building, get inside. Live. Gain another day.”
“At that point, the Scorch Trials will have begun. The rules are very simple. Find your way to open air, then head due north for one hundred miles. Make it to the safe haven within two weeks’ time and you’ll have completed Phase Two. At that point, and only at that point, you’ll be cured of the Flare. That’s exactly two weeks―starting the second you step through the Trans. If you don’t make it, eventually you’ll end up dead.”
The Maze is one thing, but you kids won’t last one day out in the Scorch.