James Dashner

Newt...'Do it before I become one of them!'I...'KILL ME!' And then Newt's eyes cleared, as if he'd gained one last trembling gasp of sanity, and his voice softened.'Please, Tommy. Please.'With his heart falling into a black abyss, Thomas pulled the trigger.

He whipped out his sheet, then pulled it over himself and wrapped it tightly around his face like an old woman in a shawl. 'How do I look?''Like the ugliest shanky girl I’ve ever seen,' Minho responded. 'You better thank the gods above you were born a dude.' 'Thanks.