-Minho POV-

The girl has been in the Glade for almost a month now, and she already seems to be doing well. For such a scrawny shank, she's got strength. Despite the strength, she decided that she wanted to be a Medjack.

That's as easy as shuck! I could be a Medjack if I wanted to!

Last night was definitely a long night. That shuck girl kept hanging around Newt and was avoiding me like the Flare.

That was not funny.

So I decided to sleep on it.

For too long actually.

I ended up waking up about an hour after all the runners ran into the maze, which means that I woke up way too late. I sat up and was greeted with a pounding headache. It's too late to back out of work for today. If I woke up earlier, then maybe I could, but I can't. I quickly got dressed and dashed out the door, without stopping at the mess hall for any food. It's probably empty by now anyways.

I began sprinting into the maze. At each turn, I would veer sharply to the left or right. It was dizzying, but it was the fastest way to reach the group.

After about five left turns and six right turns, I managed to reach the group.

"Ben! Wait up!" I shouted, sprinting even faster. I managed to reach the group, and lead them through. My headache continued to grow

"Minho, are you sure?" Ben asked. "You seem a bit disoriented."

"Look here, shuck," I snapped. "I ran an hour's distance in five minutes. Why would I be disoriented?"

"Just..." He faltered. "Nothing."

"Thought so. Onwards, shanks."

We continued to navigate our way through the maze. My vision began to blur as we went in deeper, but it must just be fog.

"Are you sure you're alright?" Ben asked.

"Of course I a--" I started to say before darkness took over my system. Slinthead.