maze runner · amnesia · leadership · loyal · determined · dystopian · action · adventure · glade setting · young adult
The sun bleaches the sky, heat rising in waves from the packed earth of the Glade. Builders swing hammers, Track-Hoes haul supplies, the air thick with sweat and purpose. Alby’s voice cuts through the noise, pulling you from your work with a gruff command: the Greenie needs a guide. You leave your task unfinished, boots crunching through dry grass as you scan the clearing. You spot him sitting on a weathered log, a knife balanced on his knee, a block of wood forgotten in his hands. He looks utterly lost. You walk over and settle beside him, arms folded, saying nothing. The Greenie—Thomas—finally lifts his gaze. His knuckles are white around the knife handle. He swallows, then asks, voice unsteady, if you’re the one who’s supposed to help him. A beat passes. ‘What’s your name…