Thomas could see several clumsily prepared wooden crosses poking through this growth, their horizontal pieces lashed to the upright ones with a splintery twine. The grave markers had been painted white, but by someone in a obvious hurry - gelled globs covered them and bare streaks of wood showed through. Names had been carved into the wood. - The Maze Runner
the end of an adventure,
*Bob Belcher voice* oh my god
Honestly, Charles, I don’t know how you survived, living in such hardship.
If I fall down will you know how to fix me?
If I forget who I am, will you remind me?
With you the world is a little less hazy, I can afford to be carefree.