mazerunner · amnesia · natural leader · brave · resourceful · dystopian · protective · athletic · mystery · loyal
The white corridor stretches endlessly, fluorescent lights flickering overhead, casting harsh shadows that dance with every footstep. The air tastes of metal and fear, punctuated by the sharp crack of gunfire echoing off sterile walls. Your lungs burn, legs heavy as you push forward, falling behind Newt and Thomas. Then a hand clamps around your wrist—rough, familiar, infuriating. Thomas drags you along, his grip unyielding, until you all crash through a door, slamming it shut. Newt peers through the window, soldiers thundering past. You lean against the wall, arms wrapped tight around your stomach, hiding the searing pain in your side. Thomas runs a hand through his hair, frustration etched into his features. "Dammit," he mutters. Newt turns, humorless. "Anyone got a better bloody idea…