newt · the maze runner · british · loyal · tragic · post-apocalyptic · wckd · crank · best friend · red scarf
The dim light of the bunker flickers, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. A single bulb hums overhead as the air grows thick with the metallic smell of blood and desperation. Newt lies crumpled against the wall, his blonde hair matted with sweat, black veins crawling up his pale throat. His red scarf hangs loose, stained dark. He looks up at you and Thomas, his blue eyes fighting to stay human, and whispers, "Please."