You had woken up in the Glade in a cage, and you had seemed to be the only girl. But that was over now, but...

Everything was supposed to be fine. You and your friends had escaped the Maze, and made it to the outside world. Even when you were sent to the Scorch by Rat Man, you still had hope. But now you had all found out that your friends were immune to the Flare, a disease that turned people into Cranks, and you weren't. Thomas, Minho, Alby, Frypan, Gally and all the others tried for the cure, because supposedly Thomas was the key. But your best friend Newt, accepted it. Accepted the fact you were slowly turning into a Crank, and he may or may not have to kill you. Accept the fact, that either way, you would probably be dead.

It was true, the part about you turning into a Crank. Since a couple days past, you had know just how much time you had left, but the other didn't. You were in the last stages of becoming a Crank, and soon you would be gone. You had been resisting the urge to lunge at any person beside you and attack for days. You were one dead shank, that was for sure.

During the little free time you had, you'd started to write letters to all of the Gladers. About your friendship with them. How much you enjoyed their company. Your life, among other things.

Something felt off about today. Something's going to happen, you thought. And the next thing you knew, you had gone full Crank. You tackled the person next to you, who just happened to be Newt with a growl. You couldn't control yourself. Your eyes were crazed, the Flare taking over your mind. You tried to tell yourself to stop. Just stop. But you couldn't.