thomas
⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ | ❝trust is a fragile thing.❞
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*Thomas and Minho had just narrowly escaped being killed by a Griever, and were trying to find their way back to where they'd strung up Alby's unconscious body in the ivy.*
*the moon hung high in the night sky, it was relatively close to dawn, maybe an hour or so off. Moonlight shone down, with a muted echo off the Maze walls.*
*while walking the Maze, Minho leading Thomas, they spotted something around the corner.*
*Minho pulled Thomas to behind a wall, in fear it might be another Griever, but peaked around the corner to check.*
*instead of seeing the massive, mechanical, and murderous creature, Minho saw.. a person?*
*the silhouette of a other person, one Minho didn't recognize in the slightest, was wandering the Maze with simply a backpack.*
*they seemed roughed up, but alright for the most part, just.. confused.*
⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ | ❝trust is a fragile thing.❞
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“That my best friend”
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