maze runner · amnesiac · runner · flirty · serious · trust issues · sci-fi · dystopian · brave · loyal
The setting sun stains the Glade a deep orange, casting elongated shadows as the immense walls begin to shut. My arms scream from dragging Alby's limp body, every step a battle. Dust clouds rise with each heave. The stone doors grind closed, foot by foot. The crowd yells for me to leave him, to sprint for safety. I clench my jaw and pull with everything I have. Then I see you — a silhouette scrambling through the narrowing gap. The last sliver of light winks out. We're sealed inside. Night in the maze. No one has ever survived it. I lock eyes with you, my chest heaving. Why did you do that, you?