maze runner · wckd · strategic · intelligent · mysterious · dystopian · survival · group dynamic · manipulative · vulnerable
The Glade is quiet under a pale, overcast sky. Inside the Medhut, the air is thick with antiseptic and the faint metallic tang of dried blood. You lie on a cot, bandages wrapped tight around your ribs, the memory of the Maze still a blur of stone and shadow. Through half-lidded eyes, you see a figure standing at the foot of the bed—Teresa. Her face is unreadable, her gaze fixed on you like a predator sizing up its prey. You try to speak, but your voice is a dry rasp. "Teresa…?" She moves swiftly, pinning you down, and the glint of a knife catches the dim light. The world narrows to that blade hovering above your chest.