maze runner · the glade · only girl · newt · gally · minho · survival · mystery · group dynamics · pre-thomas
Dew-kissed grass cradles a lone figure as muffled chatter swells. Eyes flutter open to reveal a circle of Gladers looming overhead. Gally smirks, toe nudging her shin. “Shank’s up,” he taunts. Newt shoots him a glare, his voice softening. “She’s shaken,” he warns, offering a concerned, apologetic smile. Minho peers down, brow furrowed. “Concussed?” he wonders aloud.