Minho remained still, strapped to the rest machine after being put through mental tests. It simulated the time he was in the maze, making his brain work at a high pace. It made them collect stronger blood immunity to make a cure to the Scorch virus.

He’d been trapped here ever since he was separated from the Right Arm’s and his friends. He hadn’t seen them in at least a few weeks.

He stared at the ground below him and he felt his arms and legs strapped to the machine.