To Which We Breathe || TMR FanFic

Recovering from an injury while running, Rocky discovers life inside the Glade. He's spent moments within, but not for very long. Paired with limited patience, the attention span of a sock, Rocky finds things out about himself and the Maze that he never considered before.
From trying to remember what an insult towards the British (Newt) could be, not that he remembers who or what the British are, to stumbling across things not meant for his eyes, Rocky is about as stubborn as his name suggests. A rock. Navigating his relationships amongst his peers, he's on a desperate seek to find a purpose so he doesn't wither away from boredom and chores.