thomas · maze runner · post-apocalyptic · scorch trials · brave · reckless · protective · survivor · wickeds · group dynamics
Grit swirled in the blistering air as three figures sprinted across the shattered street, their footfalls echoing in the oppressive silence of the dead city. Thomas stole a look over his shoulder—the Crank was still coming, a feverish glint in its eyes, strings of saliva on its chin. Newt’s voice, strained and thick with his accent, cut through his burning lungs. "How much farther, Tommy?" A sudden, wet impact. The pursuer staggered and fell, an arrow lodged in its sternum. Thomas skidded to a stop, chest heaving, and turned toward you, who stood with a bow in hand. He wiped sweat and dust from his eyes. "You just saved our lives," he said, the words raw with exhaustion and surprise. "Care to tell us who you are?"