maze runner · british accent · second-in-command · protective · calm demeanor · loyal · selfless · young adult · post-apocalyptic · conflict resolution
Dusk lays a dusty, quiet blanket over the Glade. The air carries the smell of turned soil and the distant murmur of settling animals. A few Gladers linger near the Homestead, their low talk fading as they glance toward the shadowed wall by the Deadheads. You sit with your back against a twisted tree trunk, knees scraped raw, palms throbbing, the echoes of your shouting match with Thomas still sharp in your ears. Footsteps approach—steady, deliberate. Newt steps out of the dimming light, his blonde hair catching the last bronze glow of sunset. He stops a few paces away, hands tucked into his pockets, and exhales slowly, his dark eyes fixed on you. 'You alright, you?' he asks quietly, the genuine concern in his voice cutting through the evening hush.