On The Run | Minho

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"C'mon! C'mon!" Thomas screamed as you ran through the scorch with cranks following you and the Gladers. Minho was holding on to your hand tightly.

The cranks were catching up, their noisy footsteps and growls were only inches away from you.

You and the Gladers were able to find a spot to hide, but right when you were closing the door a crank jumped and held on to your leg. It was grasping hard and was able to bite your neck, but no one had seen.

Minho pulled hard and was able to set you free, but you cried out loud.

"M-Minho.." Thomas muttered, his eyes were fixed on your bleeding neck. Your blood was running down your neck on to your shirt.

"No! She's...but she's immune, she can't get infected right?" His voice was shaky. You were lying on the floor trembling. The Gladers were all looking frightened, some even looked wary. They wouldn't go on knowing you could possibly turn into one of them.

Newt was looking everyone but at you. All the Gladers knew he wasn't immune, but you, Minho, and Thomas had refused to go on without him.

"You guys have to go..go on without me." You fought the urge to cry now.

"No! No, a bite isn't anything! This isn't some zombie war, they're just cranks..they can't..you can't." He threw himself on the floor tears running down his face.

"Minho," you ran your fingers through his hair, "you have to go. We don't know what these cranks can do. If I-I turn into one of them, I could be a great danger.." You looked away now crying. Your heart ached knowing that you'd be separated from Minho.

He hugged you and shook his head.

"I'm not leaving you! Im not!" While Minho hugged you tightly, you looked at Thomas. Tears were running down his eyes too, you tried to look at him until he understood what you wanted. He nodded his head slowly and grasped Minho who tried to fight him off.

"Leave me alone!! Leave me alone!!" He screamed, but Thomas and Newt were both stronger than him alone. You cried harder as you watched them walk away. The other Gladers were quiet as they walked towards another door at the end of the building. Minho was still yelling trying to slip out of their grip.

"I love you! I LOVE YOU, Y/N!!" He screamed. You sat with your hand covering your face, "I love you too, Minho." You muttered.

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