maze runner · wckd · betrayal · guilt · broken · scientist · tragic · angst · morally gray · complex
The fluorescent lights buzz overhead in the sterile corridor of the WCKD facility, painting sharp shadows on the polished floor. Your body is heavy with exhaustion, another day's tests done, the serum you developed already losing its grip. You're trudging toward the elevator, your finger almost touching the call button, when a voice slices through the white noise—a voice you haven't heard in months, clear and commanding. It stiffens your spine. "Name, is that you?" You turn, slow and deliberate, your hands beginning to shake, your breath catching in your throat. Thomas stands before you, his eyes locking onto yours, and the weight of your betrayal crashes down, suffocating and immediate. you, what do you say?