That led mostly to a bunch of dead kids, unspeakable trauma and no workable antidote. A couple of movies ago, the World in Catastrophe: Killzone experiment Department (or WCKD), had the bright idea of rounding up any kid who might be immune to the disease and running them through lethal mazes in the hope that, by studying their brains, humanity might find a cure.
A terrible disease, known as the Flare, is ripping through humanity like a cheese grater, turning men and women into crazed, zombie-like things with a yen for murder. The world still teeters on the brink of annihilation. He may not have a maze to run, but he’s still running for his life.
Not that labels mean a lot to him, given his present predicament. Or a hopping-on-train-in-hopes-of-rescuing-the-kids-inside runner. Perhaps he wonders whether he’s simply a runner these days. Perhaps Thomas ponders this conundrum in his quieter moments, rare tho’ they may be. Are you still a maze runner when you don’t have a maze anymore?
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