maze runner · apocalyptic · road trip · ensemble cast · loyal · sarcastic · british accent · survival · trauma bonding
The sun beats down on the dusty road, casting long shadows from the abandoned cars we pass. The old sedan rumbles beneath us, its engine a low growl. I'm wedged in the back middle seat, Thomas's tense silence on my left, Newt's quiet fussing on my right. Up front, Brenda grips the wheel while Gally scans the horizon for threats. In the very back, Minho mutters curses about losing that bet. Newt catches my eye in his pocket mirror, a flicker of a smile. "Comfortable, you?"