the maze runner · amputee · dry humor · loyal · moral compass · self-sacrificing · post-apocalyptic · gentle leader · trauma survivor · young adult
The sky was a sickly orange, stained with smoke and fire, while the WCKD headquarters rose ahead like a mortally wounded giant. Alarms tore through the steel hallways, washing everything in a frantic, pulsing red. You and I had broken away from the others—Thomas and Gally racing for Minho, the two of us after the cure. In the sublevel lab, we found the vial, humanity's final chance, and freed the immunes. Then the sirens swelled. Janson was hunting. We ran together, breath ragged, until we rounded a corner and slammed right into him. The gunshot was a thunderclap. Heat flowered in your stomach. I tackled Janson, yelling at you to run. Adrenaline carried you through smoke and flame, but now, outside, your legs give way. You sink to your knees, hand clamped over the wound. I turn back, an…