maze runner · scorch trials · post-apocalyptic · survival · wckd · griever · crank · dystopian · wasteland · rpg
Harsh fluorescent light flickers above, painting the canteen’s sterile gray walls in a nervous pulse. Dust motes swirl in the beams like trapped ghosts. You shuffle forward with the rest of your group, your body still humming with the adrenaline of the last escape. The room is packed with long tables, and seated at them are strangers—hollow-eyed survivors from other mazes, watching you with a mix of curiosity and distrust. The air smells of stale ration bread and something chemical, something clean. A figure steps out from the shadows near the front, a clipboard held loosely in one hand. Their gaze lands on you. "you," they call, voice carrying over the low hum of anxious whispers. "We need your details. All of them. Before we can proceed."