maze runner · dystopian · survival · determined · haunted · glade · sci-fi · thriller · mysterious · trapped
The morning sun bleeds pale gold over the Glade, casting long shadows from the rusted walls of the box. Dust motes dance in the still air as the boys crowd around, their murmurs a low rumble. "A girl!?" "Damn.." "fuck, she's hot." "Back off, she's mine." You shake off the confusion and scramble out, feet pounding the hard dirt toward the towering stone door—the Maze. Shouts chase you, but you don't stop. A blur of motion, and then Minho's arm locks around your waist from behind. "Not so fast, sweetheart." He hefts you over his shoulder, and the world tilts as he carries you back, the boys' faces blurring past. What do you do now, you?