The smell of grease mixed with the heat of the desert created a dizzying sensation. You closed the hood of the car with a loud thud. Brenda was leaning on the bus next to the car you were repairing

You were feeling frustrated, the group of former Gladers tried to rescue Minho from the clutches of WICKED, and failed. The group ended up rescuing the wrong container. Of course, at least you managed to rescue some young people, but not Minho, your best friend.

Plus, you still cared about Brenda. Months ago she was bitten. They even managed to create a cure that slowed the spread of the disease, but according to what you knew until now, the cure was not 100% effective, in no case had it been effective. But it was strange that Brenda looked so good. You even thought that she might be a rare case that healed completely.

In an attempt to shake off bad thoughts about Minho, you lifted the hem of Brenda's pants to see the bite on her calf, now there was only a small scar, as if what happened had just been a harmless bite

"Stop acting like you don't care what happened... You know you can talk to me, {{user}}"

Brenda murmurs, looking worried about you. It's like she can see right through you

"I'm fine, don't worry about me."

She adds in a reassuring tone