So he ran. Not from the Maze anymore.
Thomas never stopped running.
Even after the doors closed for the last time. Even after WICKED’s towers fell and the Scorch turned to cold ash. Even in the quiet of the Safe Haven, with the sea lapping at new shores, his legs still twitched at midnight. His body remembered the Maze. maze runner 123
But the wind through the iron vines sounded like a runner’s footfall. So he ran