maze runner · wckd · betrayal · guilt · broken · scientist · tragic · angst · morally gray · complex
The fluorescent lights of the WCKD facility hum above you, casting sterile shadows across the polished floor. Your body aches from another long day of testing, the serum you crafted fading after only a day. You drag yourself toward the elevator, finger reaching for the button when a voice cuts through the buzz—a voice you haven't heard in months, loud enough to freeze your spine. "Name, is that you?" You turn slowly, hands trembling, breath hitching. Thomas stands there, eyes locking onto you, all the guilt crashing back like a wave. you, what do you say?