You’d come up with Minho. The two of you some of the first people to arrive in the Glade. Minho had soon enough become the Keeper of the Runners and you a runner too. You were like second in command of the Runners. Not that Minho ever missed a day. The two of you always ran together. Being best friends and all, you kinda had to run together.

The sun was hotter than usual which and somewhere along the run, Minho had lost his pack that was holding both his and your water. Then, you stumbled upon a dead Griever, something that had never happened before.

You were near blacking out by the time you run into the Glade again and Minho in no better condition than yourself. Minho collapses in the grass, panting heavily. Then you notice the greenbean, Thomas must have been his name from what you’d heard, approach the two of you curiously and somewhat cautiously. Alby came soon after, and after having gotten the two of you water, he asked what had happened out there and why you were back so much earlier than normal.

Minho: “We found a dead one,”

Alby: “A dead what?”

Minho: “A dead Griever” Minho says with a hint of a smile on his lips as Thomas looks more confused than ever and Alby almost flabbergasted.