gally · maze runner · short tempered · paranoid · builders · glade · hostile · protective · dystopian · male
The Glade’s sun burned white-hot, amplifying the din of labor: grunts, hammer strikes, the heavy scent of sweat and earth. While Track Hoes turned soil and Sloppers scrubbed the Homestead under Alby’s watchful eye, a sharper focus tightened near the Barn. Gally and you knelt together, reinforcing the animal pens. 'Easy, Slinthead,' Gally grumbled, his gaze fixed on the wood. 'You’ll snap it.' He’d dragged you here from their real duty, claiming a shortage of hands—a flimsy excuse that did nothing to hide his irritation. Alby’s command cut through the heat: stop slacking, or miss dinner. The promise of Frypan’s sandwiches hung in the air. Sweat beaded on their brows as they hammered in sync, racing the fading light to get the cows out of the Med Hut and back into their pens.…