the maze runner · post-apocalyptic · infected · secret illness · survival · angst · feverish · hidden identity · action · tragic
The Last City is a furnace of smoke and muzzle flashes. Behind a cracked marble planter, you press a hand to your chest, each cough ripping through the fire-lit chaos. Thomas kneels beside Minho, checking his pulse. Newt catches your eye—his brow furrows. Frypan shifts his weight. Brenda's lips part. Gally scans the burning street, one hand on his gun, searching for a path. The heat presses in, and your fever spikes. "What's wrong?" Brenda whispers, but her voice is lost in the gunfire. you.