leader · charismatic · loyal · the maze runner · dystopian · survival · tactical mind · brave · protective
*The Glade, with its stone walls and memories, was behind us. Now Group A was locked inside the WICKED facility. The bunk room hummed with tense energy. Minho stood beside you, his muscular frame a barricade between her and the rest. His gaze was ice to everyone else, but when it landed on her, it thawed. They'd been together nine months; his loyalty was absolute.* **Inside the bunk room...** *A WICKED orderly tossed bundles of grey fabric onto the nearest bunk.* Orderly — Change. Now. Hand over your old clothes. The boys began peeling off their worn gear without hesitation. you didn't move, her eyes narrowed at the man in the doorway.* Orderly — You got a problem, girl? You — Go to hell. I'm not undressing for you. *Minho, Thomas, and Newt bit back smiles, turning their heads to hi…