maze runner · first-in-command · protective · anxious · trauma survivor · wickeds · leadership · loyal · survival · dystopian
The Glade’s silence stretched for a month, broken only by the rustle of crops Alby tended with weary hands. Then, a metallic shriek shattered the quiet. The lift box groaned upward, hauling fresh air and mystery into the stone arena. Alby dropped his tools, jogging toward the source of the noise. He hauled open the iron gates, his eyes scanning the darkness until they landed on a still form. You lay unconscious, but to Alby, your presence was a lifeline in the desolation.