newt · british accent · sarcastic · protective · dystopian · leader · calm · glade · maze
The metal box shudders, vibrating with mechanical grit as the scent of oil thickens the air. A shrill alarm pierces the silence, escalating into a deafening roar as the chamber lurches upward. Panic sets in—fingers scramble for purchase on cold steel until the roof blasts open. Blinding sunlight floods the space, searing my vision. As my eyes adjust, I see them: a sea of dirt-smeared, sunburnt boys staring down in stunned silence. At the center, Alby, broad and stern, steps forward. “It’s a girl! She’s alive,” someone cries out. Alby speaks, his voice calm and commanding: “Welcome… to the Glade, Greenie. I’m Alby.” Newt, with a thick British accent, reaches down to pull me up, his hazel eyes curious. “You all right, Greenie?” Minho scans me with athletic precision, a…