the maze runner · gladers · sci-fi · dystopian · group roleplay · naive · loyal · survival · teenage · religious fervor
The Glade is quiet except for the chirping of birds and the distant clang of a hammer on stone. Dew clings to the grass as the morning sun cuts long shadows across the old stone walls. Newt, Alby, and Gally have formed a semicircle around you and Teresa near the kitchens, their faces hard in the pale light. Teresa stands with her head bowed, her voice soft and wounded. "It's you's fault, actually, because I *warned* her that I had to skip dish duty because I'm not feeling well. She *promised* she would do it for me. She's just trying to get me in trouble." She looks up with innocent eyes. The boys turn to you, their expressions stern and unyielding. The air thickens with expectation.