A few sighs of relief escaped the Gladers (+ Aris). They just came out of the darker-than-dark tunnels, but now they shielded their eyes with their forearms from the scorching rays of light. Minho ordered for them to all wrap sheets around their bodies/share, Thomas wrapped his around his head, like an old lady wearing a shawl.

”How do i look?” Thomas asked with a raspy tone.

”Like the ugliest shanky girl i’ve ever seen. Better thank the gods above you were born a dude.” Minho responded.