Newt was sitting on the ground with Frypan and Minho, all three looking as if they were waiting for the end of the world.

They called you the Glue"
"The Glue?"
"Yeah. Probably because you're kind of the glue that holds us all together

Nice to meet ya, shank," the boy said. "Welcome to the Glade.

Thomas remembered the image of the Cranks at the windows back at the dorm. Like living nightmares, missing only a death certificate to make them official zombies.

Thomas felt his spirits lift, but immediately squashed them back down. Getting his hopes up was something he’d sworn never to do again. Not until all this was over.

You're Subject A-two," Newt answered. Then he lowered his eyes
"And?" Thomas pushed.
Newt hesitated, then answered without looking at him. "It doesn't call you anything. It just says . . . 'To be killed by Group B.