The Scorch » Minho (On Hold)

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Hannah

Living in the Scorch alone is a lonely life. I don't remember what I did with Andy or how we spent our days. But it was way too much to handle on my own. It was burden a seventeen year old should never have to bare.

It was a day like no other. Hot (obviously), a little windy and not many cranks around, I walked around looking for more supplies. My water was running low and I needed clothes to wear; mine were starting to reek. The sound of groaning suddenly caught my attention and I quickly hid.

Listening to someone talk, I could only make out mumbling and then worried screams. Peeping from my hiding spot, I saw a boy laying on the ground with a bunch of his friends around him. He must have gotten attacked and had the flare. That wasn't good. I wasn't sure whether to come out or stay, knowing they would probably be freaked out.

But then again they probably need my help.

I could've used them too. My brother always told me to find the right arm if he died. I'm sure he would have told me one last time if he could've talked during his last moments.

Taking a deep breath, I cursed myself for even needing help in the first place, but then thought about the benefits. These guys could get me to safety and I would live happily ever after (as if that was ever possible). Getting up, I took cautious but quick steps over as I watched them pick up the semi-conscious boy.

The first one to see me was an Asian kid, about my age and hella fine. I'm not gonna lie, a lot of the boys were very attractive.

"Whoa, who the hell are you?" He asked, raising a sword.

I put my hands up in surrender. "Don't be slicing and dicing. I can help...probably."

"Whoa, what are you talking about?" The boy who looked like to be the leader stepped forward.

"I mean, I know this place better than anyone. Since, till about now I thought I was the only one alive. I know the weather here and I can guide you properly." I said.

"What's in it for you?" The Asian kid said, walking forward behind his leader.

"I'm running out of rations. I don't eat or drink much so if you could share, I would be happy to help." I shrugged.

"We can't just let you on a whim." The leader said.

"You have 60 seconds to make up your mind or I'm leaving. I don't have time to sit and wait and neither do you by the looks of that guy." I pointed to the boy moaning and groaning.

The leader nodded and turned back to his crew. I counted 60 seconds and listened as they "whispered" to one another. Hint the quotation marks. I heard every word.

"30 seconds." I called.

The leader pulled away from his group and looked back at me. "You can come. On one condition, you don't betray our trust."

I smiled. "Perfect."

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His name was Winston; the injured one. I knew for a fact that he wasn't going to make it but I didn't wanna tell them. In a way, I already knew that they had a sense of what was going to happen. The leader, who I learned was Thomas, was off with the only other girl with us, Teresa. I didn't like her at all and we had barely said a word to each other. Weird, but I didn't care.

I sat with Winston with a few of the other boys and checked over him without touching. I didn't want to turn into a crank and I was taking extra precautions. Even the other boys were and they knew him better than I did. I gently lifted his shirt and took a deep breath to keep from vomiting. The gash was bad, as bad as my brother's. There was no way he was going to survive.

Winston suddenly shot up and Minho (the Asian kid) quickly pulled me back. All the boys moved back as Winston got onto his knees and pulled the trigger on my gun. I looked down at my waistband and it was empty. I had no idea he took it. Thomas ran back with Teresa and he quickly walked up to the sick boy who had his hand out, telling Thomas to stay away. He suddenly puked up black blood and I looked away while the boys groaned in disgust.

Winston flopped onto his back and Thomas slowly crept up to him.

"It's growing." Winston wheezed out, lifting his shirt. All the boys got a look and I could tell they knew it was over.

Everyone was silent for a few seconds before Winston spoke up again, "I'm not gonna make it."

I looked down, to ashamed that I couldn't do anything. I don't think I'll ever get used to that feeling. Picking up my gun, I slowly thumbed the trigger, thinking about Andy.

"Please..." Winston begged. I watched up hold his hand out to me and the gun. "Don't let me turn into one of them."

I stood up and slipped the gun into Newt's hand. I could never do it. Take an innocent life like that. Newt looked pretty dead set on not letting one of his best friends turn into a crank and I know I would be too. But I couldn't do it. Newt took the gun from me and gave me a slight nod. I nodded back and turned away. There was no way in hell I was going to watch.

I walked slowly in the direction of the hills, where the boys wanted to go. I heard some footsteps behind me but I didn't turn to see who decided to follow first. The gun went off about a minute later and I felt it. All the emotions from when my brother died and everything I saw then too. It's like I was right back to where I was three years ago.

I turned back and saw Newt behind me. He gave me a sad look and I hardened my looks to tell him we couldn't do anything. He quickly averted his gaze and that was my cue to keep walking. So that's exactly what I did.

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Hello my beautiful readers ❤

Here is my new instalment to the Maze Runner series. This does go by the movie and I know it started a little late, but I promise it should be a great adventure.

Please give me feedback, I would like to know what to improve and such and I hope you guys keep reading :)

-Jenny