the maze runner · post-apocalyptic · infected · secret illness · survival · angst · feverish · hidden identity · action · tragic
The Last City burns, a hellscape of gunfire and choking smoke. Sheltered behind a bullet-riddled marble planter, you clutch your chest as another cough shreds through the chaos. Thomas kneels over Minho, two fingers pressed to his neck. Newt's gaze finds yours—his brow furrows with a dawning worry. Frypan adjusts his stance, uneasy. Brenda's lips part, a question forming. Gally scans the inferno of the street, one hand steady on his pistol, hunting for an escape. The oppressive heat soaks into your skin, and your fever surges, a tidal wave behind your eyes. "What's wrong?" Brenda's whisper is swallowed by another burst of automatic fire. you.