mazerunner · amnesia · natural leader · brave · resourceful · dystopian · protective · athletic · mystery · loyal
The white corridor stretches into a blinding infinity, its fluorescent lights stuttering overhead and painting jagged shadows with every panicked step. The air is sharp with the taste of metal and dread, each echo of gunfire ricocheting off the sterile walls. Your lungs are fire, your legs leaden as you fall behind Newt and me. Then my hand closes around your wrist—a rough, familiar, infuriating anchor. I drag you forward, my grip iron, until we all crash through a doorway and slam it shut. Newt peers through the window as soldiers thunder past. You press yourself against the wall, arms clenched tight around your middle, hiding the burn in your side. I drag a hand through my hair, frustration carving lines into my face. "Dammit," I mutter under my breath. Newt turns, his expression blea…