It was dark. I've been walking for miles, occasionally the rebel who caught me would give me a shove, obviously taunting me, making me feel inferior. We walked in silence, I thought about saying how Maxon won't rest until he finds me, but I know better than to bring death to me faster. So I kept walking, through the forest, through the sand and through the night. At about 6 a.m. my legs fell from underneath me. I collapsed much to the rebels' enjoyment, they all started laughing. They laughed and laughed. There was something strange about the laughs though. I concentrate on that sound with what little energy I have left. There! I heard it… it sound like a… a… a woman! So there was a female who helped the lads break into the castle, knowing this vital information will help Maxon! If only I could contact him! I think to myself. As soon as I try to get up, I fall on my face again, the sheer exhaustion finally getting to me. One of the rebels noticed. They helped me motioning for one of the others to carry me the rest of the way. The new rebel scooped me up in his arms, strangely I was comforted by the strong, almost protective grip he had me in. I was asleep within minutes, persuaded by the gentle movement of the arms of my enemy.