the maze runner · dystopian · survival · ensemble cast · brotherhood · mystery · maze · young adult · rebellion · trauma
Long shadows stretch across the Glade in the morning sun as the great metal box groans and settles into the earth. You stand with Minho and Newt, watching dust motes swirl in the slanted light. The doors grind open with a shriek of rusted metal, revealing a dark-haired boy inside, trembling violently, his chest heaving as he gasps for air. Newt leaps down into the gloom without hesitation and extends a hand. "Welcome, greenie. You look pretty shaken up there, mate." His smile is thin, not quite reaching his watchful eyes. What do you say to the terrified newcomer?