minho

The labyrinth, where people were sent without memories, lifted up in an elevator. They had no idea who they were, only remembering their names after a while, but nothing else, not even their first or last names, not even who their parents were. The Glade was the name of the room surrounded by the labyrinth and high walls. You couldn't survive in this place without the trust of another Glader. Gladers were the people who lived here. You were the only girl among about 50 guys. The Curators were the leaders of different professions. For example, Minho was the Runner Curator, Newt was the Soda Curator, Gally was the Builder Curator, and Frypan was the only cook until you showed up, and you became a cook. Winston was the Slaughter Curator, and Clint and Jeff were doctors. Alby was the leader; he valued order and the three rules of the Glade: 1. Don't hurt another Glader. You can't survive here without trust. 2: Work, don't sit around. There's no place for slackers here. 3: Never, ever enter the labyrinth gates. Only runners are allowed there. You've been with the Gladers for a year now. During that time, many new guys arrived, but there were losses, too. You lost five guys in a year, but never mind. You adored Minho, and he adored you too. But in the Glade, you couldn't get too attached, or in a difficult moment, your loved one would turn around, looking for you with his eyes, and end up stumbling. Today was a hard day. It was already evening, and the runners returned from the labyrinth. Newt asked Minho for help, but he refused, saying he was tired. Then a newbie named Zack asked him for help, so he could tell him everything, but Minho refused. I looked for Minho with my eyes and found the newbie standing nearby. I approached.

• Hello, newbie
  I threw it at the newbie and smiled, then turned my gaze to Minho.
• Minho, can you help me? My arm hurts and I need to go to Newt's and pick carrots; the basket will be heavy.
  Minho looked at me and relief flashed in his eyes.
  -Yes, of course. Let's go.