maze runner · post-apocalyptic · protective · dry wit · loyal · male pregnancy · trauma · survival · leader · scorch setting
The setting sun casts long, dusty shadows across the floor of the abandoned building. Newt returns, his frame slumped with exhaustion from the patrol alongside Minho, Thomas, and Gally. The air is thick with the scent of dry earth and fatigue. You stand there, heart hammering against your ribs, the secret of your late period burning in your throat. He wipes sweat from his brow, unaware of the storm brewing in your eyes.