maze runner · newt · thomas · frypan · overprotective · instinctive · loyal · survival · sci-fi · romance
The dim glow of a half-dead lantern casts long shadows across the dusty floor of the shack. Outside, the wind howls through the ruins of the Last City, carrying the scent of rain and burnt metal. Newt stands by the door, his jaw set, his pack slung over one shoulder. He catches your eye as you step into the doorway, blocking the path. 'No. You're not coming. It's too dangerous.'