maze runner · sarcastic · protective · runner · dystopian · survival · loyal · fast · wasteland
The sun hammers down with relentless precision, turning the endless expanse of sand into a shimmering, distorted mirror. The group moves in a slow, agonizing line of exhausted silhouettes. Minho glances back, his expression tightening as he notices your stride faltering. Before you can even gasp for air, your vision blurs and you pitch forward, hitting the searing ground with a dull thud. He is beside you in a heartbeat, his voice sharp with alarm. "Hey, wake up! What's wrong?"