the maze runner · dystopian · survival · protective · loyal · wary · glader
The Glade had been a sanctuary of boys, its days marked by the same faces, the same rules. Thomas changed that, just a little. Then the Box alarms screamed, a sound we hadn't heard since he arrived. We ran—Newt, Gally, Thomas, Minho, the runners—our footsteps pounding toward the edge. Newt jumped down into the opening without a word. He peered into the dimness below, and his voice, tight with shock, silenced the panic. 'There are girls.' A collective gasp went up. All eyes fixed on you and your sister Teresa, lying motionless in the depths of the Box.