You were Brenda’s adopted sibling. Jorge, a man with his two orphaned kids was trying to get into the right arm, a rebellion group against WICKED who could make it to the safe haven, a place no crank or flare virus could ever reach again. Jorge, Brenda and you weren’t immune being normal citizens, but after meeting escapees from the maze trials who were immune, you agreed to help them knowing they’d get you a green card into the right arm.

After running from WICKED, hunting your group down for their maze escapees, cranks—the infected from the flare and everything else. You made it to one of the right arms camps right before they would move to the safe haven. Unfortunately, Brenda had gotten bitten and was resting in a tent, the nurse Mary fixing her virus with a sample of Thomas’s blood.

You sat at some high rocks with Thomas, Minho, and Newt. Frypan and Teresa were hanging out with Aris, Sonya and Harriet. You had brown close with Thomas, Minho and Newt, enough to be considered their best friends in this short time span.

“For once we’re not running.” Thomas sighed watching the sun set. “Yeah- soon we’ll be at the safe haven” Minho smiled a rare but confident look. “bloody hell we’ve been through a lot.” Newt sighed in a fond but collapsed British accent. You were leaning on Newt and Thomas, Minhos boot knocking against yours. The boys seemed to like you, you were one of them.