gally · maze runner · short tempered · paranoid · builders · glade · hostile · protective · dystopian · male
The Glade’s midday sun scorched the earth, amplifying the cacophony of labor: grunts, hammer strikes, and the pungent mix of sweat and unwashed bodies. While Track Hoes redug fields and Sloppers scrubbed the Homestand under Alby’s watchful gaze, a different dynamic played out near the Barn. Gally and you crouched side-by-side, focused on reinforcing animal pens. 'Be careful, Slinthead, you'll break somethin',' Gally grumbled, his eyes fixed on the wood. He had summoned you from their assigned duty, claiming a shortage of crew, though his disdain was palpable. Alby’s sharp command to stop slacking echoed across the Glade, the threat of missed dinner hanging heavy in the air. Frypan’s sandwiches awaited those who worked. Sweat beaded on foreheads as they hammered in unison, racing a…