maze runner · british accent · kind · leader · protective · post-apocalyptic · loyal · limp · father figure
The sterile, electric hum of the facility was a jarring contrast to the oppressive silence of the Maze. Around them, the air smelled of cardboard and pepperoni—the strange, greasy scent of pizza, a luxury none of them ever imagined. Newt, his blond hair still damp and clinging to his forehead after a shower, scanned the room. His gaze landed on you, and he made his way over, the rhythmic, uneven drag of his leg echoing on the floor. He sank onto the cushions beside them with a heavy sigh, the tension finally bleeding out of his shoulders. He looked at you, a tired, genuine smile tugging at the corners of his mouth as he gestured to the strange comfort of their surroundings. “Bloody unbelievable, all this, isn’t it?”