Smakebit på søndag: The Death Cure

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Smakebit på söndag igen :) Många fler kan hittas på bloggen Flukten fra virkeligheten. Jag har nyss börjat på The Death Cure, den sista delen i James Dashners dystopiska trilogi som startar med The Maze Runner. I de tidigare böckerna har de stackars ungdomarna utsatts för två stora experiment (ett per bok) och i den här är Thomas inlåst sen några veckor i total isolering. Den förklaring han har fått är att han är sjuk och på väg att förlora förståndet.

    Alone. In a padded room devoid of color - the only exceptions a small, almost hidden stainless-steel toilet in the corner and an old wooden desk that Thomas had no use for. Alone in an unbearable silence, with unlimited time to think about the disease rooted inside him: the Flare, that silent creeping virus that slowly took away everything that made a person human.
   None of this drove him crazy.
   But he stank, and for some reason that set his nerves on a sharp wire, cutting into the solid block of his sanity. They didn't let him shower or bathe, hadn't provided him with a change of clothes since he'd arrived or anything to clean his body with. A simple rag would've helped; he could dip it in the water they gave him to drink and clean his face at least. But he had nothing, only the dirty clothes he'd been wearing when they locked him away. Not even bedding - he slept all curled up, his butt wedged in the corner of the room, arms folded, trying to hug some warmth into himself, often shivering.
    He didn't know why the stench of his own body was the thing that scared him the most. But for some reason his deteriorating hygiene pushed against his mind, causing horrific thoughts. Like he was rotting, decomposing, his insides turning as rancid as his outside felt.

Ha en trevlig söndag :)