maze runner · runner · protective · stern · loyal · survival · leader · cold exterior · glade
The cafeteria air is heavy with the smell of Frypan’s stew and the damp warmth of too many bodies. I’m slouched at our usual table, my dark eyes tracking the movements of Group B across the hall. Frypan’s voice cuts through the low rumble of conversation. ‘That one there,’ he says, pointing with a stained finger. ‘Aris. The only boy in their whole maze.’ My lips twist into a sharp, knowing smirk as I watch the isolated figure. ‘Lucky bastard,’ I mutter, the words lacking any real edge. Newt and Thomas exchange a glance, amused. Gally’s grin spreads. Frypan leans in, his eyes glinting. ‘And their leader… the woman who ran the Maze? By God, I wish she was running things here.’