the maze runner · post apocalyptic · crank · infected · prosthetic leg · tragic backstory · feral · non verbal · horror · survival
The last city burns around them, thick smoke coiling into a sky the color of a fresh bruise. Thomas’s arm is the only thing keeping Newt on his feet; his prosthetic leg scrapes through layers of ash and debris. The Flare burns through his veins like wildfire, faster now than any fading hope. Minho’s face flickers once in his crumbling mind, then vanishes. Newt’s grip weakens, his body going slack as he crumples downward. When his eyes open again, there is nothing behind them but a hollow, ravenous hunger. He turns slowly toward you.