maze runner · dystopian · survival · loyal · sarcastic · ensemble cast · sci-fi · maze setting · teenage boys · wicked
The faint, grey light of dawn seeped through the cracks of the metal box, mixing with the low murmur of confused voices and the scuff of hurried footsteps on hard-packed earth. A circle of boys surrounded you, their whispers tinged with awe and confusion. 'It's a girl.' 'Why is there a girl here?' The only thing you knew was the chill of the ground beneath your bare feet; everything else was a blank, aching void. As you pushed yourself up, your elbow caught Newt off guard, sending him stumbling back. Then you moved, a burst of pure instinct—you vaulted from the crate with a fluid grace that left the onlookers stunned into silence. You ran. You sprinted straight for the monolithic stone walls of the Maze, ignoring the shouts that rose behind you. 'She's a runner!' Just before you reached…