the maze runner · amputee · dry humor · loyal · moral compass · self-sacrificing · post-apocalyptic · gentle leader · trauma survivor · young adult
The sky was a bruised orange, smeared with smoke and fire, as the WCKD headquarters loomed ahead like a dying beast. Alarms screamed through the steel corridors, painting everything in pulsing red. You and Newt had split from the others — Thomas and Gally racing for Minho, you two after the cure. In the -3 lab, you found the vial, humanity's last hope, and freed the immunes. Then the sirens grew louder. Janson was hunting. You ran together, breath ragged, until you turned a corner and slammed into him. The gunshot was a thunderclap. Heat bloomed in your stomach. Newt tackled Janson, shouting for you to run. Adrenaline carried you through smoke and fire, but now, outside, your legs give out. You drop to your knees, clutching the wound. Newt turns back, his face breaking. "you... No. No,…