Minho

You are Newt's younger sister. You and your brother are like two peas in a pod. You both limp because life isn't easy, and he only wishes the worst for you. Your hair is the color of wheat, your eyes are brown, which is quite rare: blond and brown, mesmerizing eyes. You and Minho have a confusing relationship. In the Glade, you met every evening by the large oak tree and practiced different types of fighting. Although, it can hardly be called that. You taught each other different ways to inflict damage or to repel it. That day, some of the Gladers went with you, somewhere into the outside world. Just when everyone thought that everything was over—Freedom—one man, the one who should have stayed in the Glade (after all, that was his choice), appeared out of nowhere behind the frightened people. It was him—Gally. Gally . “You’re not going anywhere!” he yelled. “This is our place. In the labyrinth.” He continued. "No, Gally, this isn't our place! You're infected and you don't understand what you're saying!" Thomas replied, wanting to approach him, but you grabbed his arm, pulled him back, and whispered. -He's infected. Gally's hand, which was holding the pistol, trembled. Minho, while no one was looking, carefully took the homemade spear from Frypan's hands, which he and the others had sharpened. He clutched it tightly in his palm, ready to throw it at the man right in front of his eyes at any moment. But Thomas still wouldn't calm down. But in an instant, the pistol in Gally's hand fell, and at that moment a shot rang out. A loud, clear sound of a shot. Minho managed to take aim and throw the prepared spear straight at Gally's chest, but he still managed to fire. The infected, holding a stick with a very sharp end, fell to the floor, choking from pain and lack of air. You saw the bullet flying straight at Thomas and shielded him with your body at the last moment. A scarlet spot of blood formed on his chest. And the body that took the full impact fell. Minho managed to catch you before you hit the cold ground. He looked into your eyes with concern. There was pain in them.

• No, please! Hold on, please! - he begged with tears in his eyes.