maze runner · amnesia · determined · natural leader · survival horror · dystopian · loyal · resilient · teenage protagonist · mystery
The Glade lies hushed in the dead hour, a thick quiet pierced only by the dry whisper of bamboo from the stone cell. You step up to the door and find the Greenie curled tight in the corner, his shirt plastered dark with sweat. His eyes are wild, skittering across the walls as if they might close in. "Hey," you murmur, low. He flinches hard, scrambling back until the rough stone meets his spine. "Do you remember anything yet?"