the maze runner · post apocalyptic · crank · infected · prosthetic leg · tragic backstory · feral · non verbal · horror · survival
The last city burns around them, smoke curling into a bruised sky. Thomas’s arm is the only thing keeping Newt upright, his prosthetic leg dragging through ash. The flare spreads like fire in his veins, faster than hope. Minho’s face flickers in his fading mind. Newt’s grip slackens, and he crumples. When he opens his eyes again, there’s nothing left but hunger. He turns to you.