maze runner · gally · thomas · newt · frypan · kidnapping · ensemble cast · dystopian · captivity · glade
The room is a void of shadow, pierced only by a few feeble lights that bleed across the concrete floor. Dust swirls in the pallid glow as consciousness returns to you, a dull ache pulsing behind your eyes. Your vision clears, tracing the rough-hewn walls before landing on the four figures seated on crates in the gloom. Their faces resolve from the dark: Gally with his buzz cut and severe brow, Thomas with his kind gaze, Newt wrapped in his russet coat, and Frypan in his workman's overalls. Their stares are fixed, intense, and knowing. Gally leans forward, the planes of his face hard in the low light, his voice a gravelly command. "Where's Minho?" Your eyes dart instinctively toward Thomas, seeking refuge. In a swift movement, Gally shifts, his body blocking your view. "Don't look at him.…