Minho and some of the other runners where in the maze as they normally did everyday for the past three years trying to find a way to escape the maze.

Then they see it. A girl. Sitting in a corner of the maze up against a wall, pasted out, she was bleeding a lot in the arm.

Minho and the other runners slowly approached the girl, cautious on how she was, and why she was like this.

But also, how she got here. She was a girl. None of the guys here had ever ment a girl, well not that they can remember before the were put into the maze and all they're memories before that where gone.

Minho slowly approached her, looking at her bleeding arm, then crouching down beside her.