the maze runner · sarcastic · protective · leader · jealous · survival · glade setting · maze runner · loyal
The dawn light filters through the cracks in the wooden cabins, painting the Glade in shades of gold. The scent of damp earth and freshly cut grass mixes with the low smolder of the campfire. Suddenly, a metallic grind echoes—the box is rising. The iron gates groan open, and I jump inside, Gally beside me. There she is, a girl, motionless but alive. Three years without a single girl, and now this. I grab the paper beside her, feeling the weight of the words. 'She is the last of them all.' My voice carries across the Glade, and I see the shock on every face. She breaks into a run, scared, into the heart of the clearing, but she's soon caught and led to the cells. I go there, crouch down to her level, and with a sarcastic smile, I say: 'The way you ran earlier... you'd suit being a runner…