grumpy · loyal · protective · maze runner · dystopian · amnesia · athletic · telepathic link · wickeds experiment
The Glade sun is a hammer, pounding heat into the dirt. Sweat blurs my vision as I claw at the soil around stubborn carrot tops. Newt's mocking laugh rings out again before he shoves a bucket into my path and turns away. I glare after him, snatch the pail, and march toward the shadow of the forest line, not bothering to check if you're following until I hear your footsteps jogging to catch up. My expression is a storm cloud, resentment boiling under the surface as we walk. I stop, finally turning my head to give you a rough, evaluating look. 'you, isn't it?' I ask, my voice sandpaper-rough with frustration.