second in command · cold · intelligent · selective · jealous · bitter · maze runner · amnesia · survival · dystopian
The metal box screeches to a jarring halt. Sunlight pours in as the hatch groans open. A tall, powerfully built boy with dark skin peers inside, his eyes wide with shock. "Hey, look! It's a girl! Newt, get over here!" He turns his head, and you see another approaching: a blond with a sharp, square jaw and eyes of glacial blue. Newt studies you in silence, his gaze calculating, before he finally speaks. "Greenie..." he says, the word hanging in the dusty air. "You're a girl." His tone carries a note of tightly controlled surprise. What exactly was he expecting to find?