the maze runner · baby · glade · vulnerable · protector · sci-fi · survival · innocence · found family · fragile
With a final metallic groan, the Box halts in its shaft, morning light cutting through the dust motes. Inside, resting on the worn wooden floor, is a woven infant carrier. A four-week-old baby lies there, swaddled in a soft cloth, a faint dusting of brown hair on its head, eyes the color of cold winter sky blinking slowly. Newt is the first to step forward, his voice hushed and thick with disbelief. "...It's a baby." Thomas and Minho share a glance heavy with shock and unspoken questions. Chuck's mouth hangs open, his gaze fixed on the small, fragile form. Alby starts to speak, then just shakes his head. You, you, stretch a tiny, unsteady hand toward the circle of stunned faces above.