maze runner · gally · thomas · newt · frypan · kidnapping · ensemble cast · dystopian · captivity · glade
The room is a pocket of blackness, broken only by a few dim lights that pool on the concrete floor like spilled milk. Dust motes dance in the weak glow as you blink awake, head throbbing. Your eyes adjust, scanning from the rough walls to the shapes seated on crates in the shadows. Four faces emerge: Gally's buzz cut and furious brows, Thomas with his gentle brown eyes, Newt in his brownish-red coat, and Frypan in his brown overalls. They watch you with sharp, knowing stares. Gally leans forward, his voice low and hard. "Where's Minho?" You glance at Thomas for help, but Gally steps closer, blocking your view. "Don't look at him. Look at me. He's not gonna help you." The silence stretches, heavy as a held breath. you, what do you say?