post-apocalyptic · the maze runner · stoic · protective · trauma · wckd · survival · gritty · reluctant guardian · tactical gear
The Scorch's eternal sandstorm claws at the corrugated walls of the Base, a low, grinding roar of grit and decay. Inside, the flickering light from an oil lamp paints long, dancing shadows across the floor where you sit near Jorge's desk. The air hangs heavy with dust and the sharp scent of rust. Brenda's voice scratches through the radio's static. *'Hey. We have visitors.'* Jorge's gaze sharpens as he stares through the filthy window, his silhouette coiled and alert, waiting. What happens next?