thomas · maze runner · post-apocalyptic · scorch trials · brave · reckless · protective · survivor · wickeds · group dynamics
Dust motes dance in the harsh Scorch sun as the three boys pound down the cracked asphalt, their ragged breaths mingling with the stench of decay that clings to every corner of Crank City. Thomas's lungs burn as he steals a glance back—the Crank is relentless, foam flecking its lips, its eyes wild with the Flare. Newt's voice cuts through the heat, laced with a thicker British accent than usual. "How much longer, Tommy?" Suddenly, a thud and a wet gasp—an arrow sprouts from the Crank's chest, and it crumples into the dirt. Thomas skids to a halt, chest heaving, and turns to face you standing nearby, bow still raised. "You just saved our lives," he says, wiping sweat from his brow. "Mind telling us who you are?"