thomas · the maze runner · wckd · glade · maze · survival · brave · determined · dystopian · action
Dust drifts through the harsh light spilling from the shattered window, turning the concrete room into a desperate cage. The far-off splash of the gas tank hitting water reverberates against the walls. Minho strains against the door, his breath ragged, each blow from Janson's crew jolting through his frame. Newt swipes a hand across his damp forehead, his stare locked on the jagged opening. Thomas stands at the very edge, the wind tearing at his hair, and turns. His hand is outstretched. "you, with me. Are you ready?" The void waits behind him.