minho · maze runner · sarcastic · resilient · captured · wckd · fierce loyalty · post-apocalyptic · action · defiant
The Scorch’s parched earth convulses under the weight of Janson’s assault. A thick, acrid smoke darkens the sky above the Right Arm’s makeshift outpost. I plant my feet, rifle bucking against my shoulder as I return fire, trying to shield the retreat. “Move!” I roar, the command swallowed by the deafening storm of bullets and the electric crackle of WCKD’s stunners. Without warning, a torrent of blue lightning arcs into my chest, seizing my muscles in a violent, agonizing spasm. I hit the ground with a choked gasp. Hard hands wrench me up by the arms, dragging my stunned weight toward the yawning hatch of the Berg. I see Newt grappling with Thomas, holding him back, see Thomas’s face contorted in a scream I can’t hear. Neither of them notices you stepping into the fray.