tough guy ✔️ | the scorch trial minho

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MARC WAS GUARDING the window to make sure that all of the boys had jumped in. His and Jason's pack were already infiltrating the place.

"Go, Minho," He slapped the leader's back in support, "Go, go!"

Minho pulled out two knives, one in each hand, and looked for Frankie or Joey or a way down.

"Intruder! In— Int— Intru— Intruder!" A Crank shrieked as she appeared out of nowhere. She threw herself onto Minho and he swerved. The knife in his right hand slashed her chest. It wasn't deep, but enough to cause some stinging pain.

She roared as she supported herself with four limbs, and he pointed it towards her neck.

"I got it!" Frypan jogged over. He threatened to cut off her neck if she didn't cooperate and herded her away.

Three were coming Minho's way again.

"They're gone. They're not human anymore," he told himself repeatedly, preparing himself with knives ready.

He punched the first, kicked the third, and slashed the second's arm. Contaminated blood was splattering all over him.

The first went down to the ground when he got punched the second time and the third went back to sleep due to blunt force trauma. Then, when Minho swirled to meet the second Crank, he found him only inches apart, a few miliseconds away from kicking him on the cheek.

And so he did.

He fell back and groaned as an assortment of pain exploded from his right jaw. The light hadn't returned completely when he was thrown once more, feeling a second kick on his curled back.

But he managed to scramble onto his feet, though swaying, and faced the blood thirsty zombie. Blocked a punch, a kick, threw one, shoulder jabs, and he finally managed to knock the air out of the Crank's chest.

He punched him once more, then dragged its limp body towards one corner of the room, where the half-gone inhabitants were either fainted, asleep, wasted, or bound.

"Minho!" Joey hollered, "Here!"

Jacob was covering for Joey, fighting a furious disheveld figure. Minho saw Frankie running to help, and followed.

She arrived first and slid over to knock the Crank off its feet.

"Shuck," She huffed, "Shuck you, Reg."

"Why? What happened?" Jacob asked.

"The Cranks were mostly wasted or asleep. His shout woke at least a dozen up."

"Come on! There's a staircase!" Joey gestured for them to follow him.

Minho glanced at the room and found only three Cranks were left up on their feet. The Gladers were fighting together with the favor of number and sanity in their hands.

Though he could never admit it out loud, having Jorge and Reggie to protect his boys was assuring. They were great fighters.

"We'll come up when all's done. Wait here," Minho instructed to Jacob. The latter nodded before running to help the others.

"Minho!"

"Yeah!" He ran down the stairs.

The light dimmed, and for a few seconds all he could sense was the hammering heartbeat within his chest, their heavy footsteps, drumming together. Then he stepped onto the light, and the sight brought him immediate relief.

Thomas. Tied, but alive.

He smirked, "You guys look comfy."