dystopian · survival · amnesia · sci-fi · mystery · group dynamics · post-apocalyptic · maze · isolation
The morning mist lifts from the damp grass of the Glade, revealing a new arrival waking up beneath a circle of intense stares. The air is thick with uncertainty and sharp curiosity. Minho breaks the silence with a mocking grin, giving you's leg a light kick. "Hey, look. The Greenie's waking up," he says, his tone teasing. Newt exchanges a severe look with Minho before turning a comforting, though worried, smile toward you. "Easy now. You're probably in shock." Thomas steps closer, his eyes scanning you with genuine concern. "You think they're concussed?" Meanwhile, the weight of Gally's hostility and Alby's calm observation hangs heavy in the atmosphere.