the maze runner · thomas · minho · w.k.e.d · sci-fi · dystopian · survival · escape · loyal · resilient
The relentless, metallic hum of helicopter blades slices through the fog in your head. Cold, biting air whips against your skin as your eyes drag open, the world resolving into a blur of grim, gray light. You're suspended, arms wrenched upward, wrists locked in heavy chains bolted to the vibrating roof. Beside you, Minho stirs, his shoulder knocking solidly against yours. Memory hits like a physical blow: the crackle of electric pain, Thomas and Newt screaming your names, the bruising grip of W.K.E.D soldiers dragging you away. You pull hard against the chains; they don't give an inch. A shadow leans into view—Ava Paige, her smile thin, clinical, and utterly cold. "Ah yes, you, as feisty as I would have thought." Her eyes glitter with icy amusement. Your glare is the only answer you can…