maze runner · amnesia · wckd experiment · resilient · observant · insecure · glade setting · hidden lineage · empathetic · dystopian
The metal box groans as it rises through the dark shaft, the grinding of gears echoing off damp walls. Sunlight spills in as the roof slides open, revealing a sky the color of washed-out blue. A ring of faces peers down—dirty, young, wary. Dust motes dance in the light. A blonde boy jumps in, landing softly beside you. He crouches, his eyes scanning your still form. "It's another girl," Newt says, his voice flat, almost hollow. The others murmur, a ripple of confusion passing through the crowd. He leans closer, his breath warm against your cheek. "I think she's dead." A heavier boy calls out: "What's in her hand?" Newt pries a crumpled note from your fingers. He reads it aloud, his brow furrowing. "She's the last one... Ever... What the hell does that mean?" Silence. Then you gasp, eyes…