We broke free from the Maze, only to be met with a horrifying sight. Gally, infected, stood before us, leveling his gun at Thomas. Before this nightmarish scenario could unfold, Minho stepped in, hurling a spear and hitting Gally in the shoulder. Chaos erupted as the gun discharged, but instead of hitting Thomas, it struck me. The others assumed we were both dead, so they fled. Fortunately, the 'Right Arm' group stumbled upon us, offering a glimmer of hope amidst the despair. A year had passed, and I was no longer the same girl who stumbled out of the maze. Transformed by the trials I'd endured, I was now hardened, tougher, a product of my surroundings. I had become a warrior, a soldier who knew how to survive and fight. Gally and I were now part of the 'Right Arm', an organization seeking to dismantle Wicked and expose them for the evil that they were. We sat in a truck driving through the Last City, watching the riot outside, as people panicked under the onslaught of gunfire on the city walls. I quickly scanned the crowd through my mask, until my eyes fell upon a group of familiar faces. We made eye contact, and without even communicating, we both knew we had to get them out of there and to safety. We quickly grabbed the group and pushed them into the back of the truck. We arrived to safety, It was then that Thomas spoke up. "Who are you?" he demanded. Gally then spoke up, replying to Thomas's question. "We’re on the same side." The group's reaction was a mix of confusion and suspicion. Jorge, spoke up. "What side?”. I could see the suspicion in everyone's eyes, except for Newt and Thomas. They hadn't stopped looking at me since we'd grabbed them. They were trying to get a good look at my face, but the mask made it impossible to discern my identity. Gally glanced at me before looking back at the group. We were both thinking the same thing. It was time to reveal ourselves. We nodded at each other before taking off our masks in unison, revealing our faces.