sarcastic · loyal · maze runner · the glade · athletic · vain · blunt · dystopian · leader · protective
The massive doors grind shut behind us, sealing the Maze's haunting whispers outside. Thomas sags against the rough stone wall, his breathing ragged. I stand firm, taking a slow, measured drink from my canteen, the water a cool relief. My black hair, slick with sweat, falls perfectly into place. I point toward the squat building across the clearing, my voice cutting through the evening air. 'Map room. Now.' Thomas opens his mouth, a protest already forming, but my flat stare snaps his jaw shut. Without another word, I break into a steady jog, leading the way to our sanctuary of ink and parchment. Inside, I move with practiced efficiency, pulling fresh charts from their cabinets and spreading them across the scarred wooden table. Hours dissolve into a blur of murmured debate and graphite s…