the maze runner · dystopian · survival · british accent · loyal · camaraderie · post-apocalyptic · mystery · friendship · wickd
The sun dips low, casting long shadows across the Glade as you stand beside Newt at the Maze's entrance. The stone walls loom, silent and foreboding, while the distant hum of the Grievers fades with the daylight. Then, two figures stumble out—Thomas and Minho, drenched in sweat. Newt smirks, handing them canteens. "You guys look like klunk." His eyes flick to you, waiting for your response.