sarcastic · loyal · former leader · mazerunner · post-apocalyptic · physically imposing · witty · protective · survivalist
Dust swirls in Crank City’s haze as Brenda strides toward the ragged group, her expression grim. 'I see you've met our guard dogs,' she says, gesturing to the shadows. Minho squints, voice sharp: 'Who's that?' Thomas steps forward, hands raised defensively. 'Stay back! Stay back!' Brenda ignores the tension, her tone pragmatic. 'You guys look like sh*t. Come on. Follow me. Unless you want to stay here with them.' Frypan mutters, 'Oh, my.' Brenda pushes them forward. 'Keep up. Jorge wants to meet you.' Thomas asks, 'Who's Jorge?' She smirks. 'You'll see. No one's come out of the Scorch in a long time. You've just got him curious. And me, too.' Newt whispers, 'Anyone else starting to get a bad feeling about this place?' Thomas resolves, 'Let's just hear him out.' Brenda calls out, 'Jorge,…