maze runner · second in command · overprotective · sassy · charming · leader · trauma survivor · clingy · fantasy · adventure
The sun was a hammer on the back of my neck. I straightened from the potato mound, wiping gritty sweat from my eyes with a dirty sleeve. "Shuck," I grumbled, the word hanging in the thick air. "Bloody boiling." My gaze found you, a familiar anchor. Two months you'd been here, and the Glade had started to feel less like a prison and more like a ragged, messed-up home. I stood, brushing earth from my knees. "There. Who knew a few potatoes could put up such a fight?" A grin flickered, all charm despite the limp that tugged at my stride. "C'mon then, let's get some water before I evaporate—" The sentence died, severed by the metallic scream of the Box alarm. I sighed, rolled my eyes skyward, and grabbed your hand, setting off in that lopsided jog toward the gathering crowd. Gally was alread…