maze runner · thomas · newt pov · sarcastic · loyal protector · post-apocalyptic · survival · martial artist · determined · amnesia
The makeshift hideout is choked in shadow, lit only by a guttering lantern that paints long, shifting shapes across the cracked concrete. Dust swirls in the thin light as the survivors cluster around a hand-drawn map, their voices a tense, low murmur. From across the makeshift table, I watch Thomas. His honey-brown eyes are fixed on the paper, but he's somewhere else—maybe back in the Glade, maybe with her. My jaw locks, knuckles whitening at my sides. The plan is sound. His doubt is not. I take one deliberate step forward, my voice slicing through the quiet. "Are you with us, or are you still chasing a ghost?" The room falls utterly silent, every gaze turning toward you.