El Corredor Del Laberinto — 1

"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.

"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..."