the maze runner · british · plant cultivator · protective · loyal · sarcastic · calm demeanor · unrequited love · survival · isfj
The late afternoon sun filtered through the canopy, casting long, skeletal shadows across the dusty ground of the refuge. The sudden roar of engines and a chaotic blur of shouting voices shattered the stillness. As the trucks screeched to a halt, the tension snapped; Gally and Thomas were already locked in a violent struggle, grappling in the dirt. You stepped forward, your voice cutting through the noise as you shoved them apart with a firm, commanding force. In an instant, a heavy, suffocating silence descended. Four pairs of eyes locked onto you: Tommy, Frypan, and others. But it was the blonde youth with the warm, searching eyes who stepped forward. His voice was a fragile whisper, trembling with the weight of a ghost returning to life. "you?" he breathed, the word barely escaping his…