Thomas and Minho had found a way out of the maze. There was no sign of Y/N anywhere. He was starting to question if he'd made the wrong choice. Maybe that feeling in his gut had been a lie. With all of the unknowns about the Glade and the creators, for all he knew, in that moment someone could have been controlling his mind. What if in thinking he'd done the right thing, he really had just doomed her?

Luckily, it had only been a couple of weeks since he'd last seen her. Thomas wasted no time in stirring up an absolute ruckus and got them out of the maze. Y/N couldn't have been far in any direction. At least, he hoped.

As they traversed the scorch, Minho's senses were on constant high alert, looking for any sign of Y/N. Overtime, his hope began to dwindle. Arriving at Jorge's though, Minho saw it possible to go in search of answers. Brenda seemed like a promising source of information.

"Brenda," Minho tried to get her attention while the others talked. She turned and eyed him narrowly. She didn't like him all that much. Too cocky. "Come here."

She went over to talk to him anyways. "What do you want?"

"Geez," Minho grumbled. "I just have a question." He muttered.

"Alright, spit it out." She tapped her fingers on her knee.

Minho reached in his pocket and pulled out an old torn up piece of paper. He'd managed to sneak it past WICKED in the compound they were first brought to and forced to give up all their belongings. He'd also managed to keep it in once piece all through the Scorch. Finally, it might be of good use.

"You ever seen this person?" He asked. "Particularly in the past few weeks."

Brenda took the paper and her face contort. "Yeah, yeah." She continued to scan the paper, seemingly trying to bring back some memories.

Now, she was addressing Minho with a whole lot kinder of a tone. She now wholly trusted Minho. If he was friends with this girl, she knew he couldn't be that bad of a person. Y/N would never have such a good relationship with some jackass if he really was one. "It's Y/N. We knew each other a few years back. She was a supply runner for someone."

"Ok, well, she got out of the maze a couple of weeks ago. Have you seen her since? Or heard anything?" He asked desperately.

"I haven't seen her, no. I'm sorry." She sighed. "But I'll keep an ear open, alright?"

"Thanks." Minho genuinely gave Brenda a thankful look. It seemed their mutual annoyance of one another was now gone.

The gladers left with Jorge and Brenda after the building got raid by WICKED. They were now in the streets of the city, searching for someone named Marcus. Seemed like a far cry to Minho, but he wasn't leaving his friends to go on his own solo journey in search of Y/N at this point.

As they walked Minho started to fall behind. He was distracted by the tall buildings groaning in the wind. It felt like he was right back in the maze. Something didn't feel right. Sure, Minho didn't know a lot about what it was like to live in the city with all these half-cranked out people. What he did know though was to make sure he looked like he was minding his own business as much as possible. He felt the need to look over his shoulder but couldn't do so without making it suspicious.

He walked and waited until he found a reflective surface. A building with intact windows to his right, built at just enough of an angle he got a clear view of what was behind him. Scanning the window he could see himself, some others walking down the street...and then he almost let his guard down and stopped dead in his tracks. He had to force himself to keep walking slowly with a flat expression. Clenching his fists, he took a closer look. The person was still following him, dipping in and out from behind bins and old cars.

Minho passed the building. He was blind now. Muscles rippled beneath his skin as he tensed. His friends were only a little ways ahead, but he was far enough away that someone could take him out if they wanted to. He had to think fast.

Just up ahead, a fairly short piece of rebar abandoned on the ground. It probably fell from one of the buildings overhead. At this point, he saw it as his best option. The pursuer was gaining on him. Hoping today was the day he didn't die, he took off at full speed and didn't even break stride as he reached down for the piece of rebar. Footsteps behind him sped up and pound against the concrete.

He dove into an alleyway, turning around with the rebar held out at chest height. Breathing heavily, he waited for a moment. Someone came rounding the corner full speed. They stopped the second they saw the rebar and skidded to a stop, nearly falling back, sliding out. Whoever they were, they were used to running like this. They were fast and had quick reflexes.

Forcing them back up into the street again with the rebar held out and a sharp expression, Minho looked to see his friends walking completely oblivious. "Hey!" He called out.

Everyone turned and looked a little panicked. "We got this shank following us!"

Jorge started making his way over to Minho quickly. He thought lowly of Minho for making such a scene. It was impossible to know peoples motives, if they had the flare or what kind of weapon they had.

Minho narrowed his eyes on them. "What do you want, huh?"