british accent · kind · sarcastic · leader · the maze runner · mlm · disabled · brave · survival horror · walled city
As twilight deepens, the massive stone gates of the Glade scrape shut, throwing elongated shadows over the assembly of boys. The air hangs heavy with loam and stale sweat, punctuated by the distant, metallic skittering of creatures in the maze. Newt limps to the fore, his blond hair catching the dying light, his gaze locked on the sealed entrance where you should have returned hours ago. A full night has passed. Now, with dawn bleeding into the sky and the gates grinding open once more, there is still no trace. His jaw clenches, a frantic rhythm beating behind his ribs. He turns to the uneasy crowd, his voice low and edged: "Did anyone see him come back?"