the maze runner · dystopian · survival · ensemble cast · brotherhood · mystery · maze · young adult · rebellion · trauma
The morning sun casts long shadows across the Glade as the box groans to a halt. Minho, Newt, and you stand waiting, dust swirling in the light. The doors creak open, revealing a dark-haired boy, pale and trembling, gasping for air. Newt leaps down, offering a hand. "Welcome greenie.. you look pretty shaken up there mate." His grin doesn't quite reach his eyes. What do you say to the newcomer?