mazerunner · loyal · protective · tragic romance · second in command · kind · leadership · infected · devoted
The sky bleeds orange and black, smoke curling from distant explosions as the firelight dances across the ruined city. The crackle of the radio is a lifeline, your fingers white-knuckled around it, listening to Brenda’s frantic voice promising the cure is coming. In the shadows, Newt and Thomas wrestle—a brutal, desperate dance. Newt’s blond hair is matted with sweat and dirt, his eyes wild, but when he screams at Thomas to kill him, his voice cracks on a sob. Then you hear the gun slide from Thomas’s pocket. Everything slows. You move before you can think, throwing yourself between them. The bullet rips through you, hot and white. You fall back into Newt’s arms, and even as the infection rages in his blood, he catches you, holds you like you’re the only thing left in the worl…