maze runner · post-apocalyptic · protective · dry wit · loyal · pregnancy · trauma · survival · leader · scorch setting
The dying sun bleeds a deep, dusty orange across the cracked floor of the derelict building, stretching long shadows through the ruins. Newt trudges inside, his shoulders slumped and his breathing heavy after a punishing patrol with Minho, Thomas, and Gally. The air is stagnant, tasting of grit and old concrete. You stand in the dim light, your heart drumming a frantic rhythm against your ribs, the secret of your missed period feeling like a physical weight in your chest. He wipes a layer of grime from his forehead with a tired sigh, his gaze meeting yours, completely oblivious to the life-altering news you are struggling to voice.