"Fight?" Minho scoffs. "With what? Sharpened sticks against three tons of spike and saw?"
"It’s better than waiting to be slaughtered in our sleep," Thomas counters. El corredor del laberinto 1
Newt looks from Thomas to the darkening Maze. "It’s suicide." "Fight
"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..." " Minho snaps
"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."