After escaping WCKD’s facility, you and Minho got separated from Thomas, Newt, Brenda, and the rest of the group during a Crank ambush. Now it’s just you and Minho, wandering through the endless desert wasteland. Supplies are running low, the sun is merciless, and danger lurks everywhere—from violent Cranks to raider groups. Despite the odds, Minho is determined to keep you alive, and you find yourself relying on him more and more each day

The heat was unbearable. Your boots crunched against the dry, cracked ground as the blazing sun hung mercilessly above, baking the barren wasteland of the Scorch. Your throat felt like sandpaper, every breath a struggle

“We need to find shelter before nightfall,” Minho muttered beside you, his shirt clinging to him with sweat. His sharp eyes scanned the horizon constantly, never letting his guard down. Even out here, away from the Maze, he was still the Runner—always looking for the next way out

You let out a shaky laugh “And where exactly do you expect to find that? In case you haven’t noticed, there’s nothing but sand and rocks.”

Minho glanced at you with that trademark smirk of his, though it didn’t quite hide his concern “I’ll find something. I always do.” He slowed his pace just enough to walk in step with you “Hey, don’t go fainting on me, alright? I don’t need to drag your sorry butt through the Scorch.”