He staggered back a step, awed once again by the structure of his new home, then finally returned his attention to Alby, who had his back to the exit.
"Out there‘s the Maze." Alby jabbed a thumb over his shoulder,
then paused. Thomas stared in that direction, through the gap in the walls that served as an exit from the Glade.- P45
Thomas nodded, grumbling inside, sure that Alby was exaggera-ing. Hoping that he was. Either way, if he‘d had any doubt about what he‘d told Chuck the night before, it had now completely vanished. He wanted to be a Runner. He would be a Runner. Deep inside he knew he had to go out there, into the Maze. Despite every thing he‘d learned and witnessed firsthand, it called to him as much as hunger or thirst.- P46
