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.
So he ran. Not from the Maze anymore.
We ran so the world would know.
“You thinking about section seven?” Minho would ask. “The cliff turn?” maze runner 123
In his dreams, the walls still moved.
“You’re still here,” Thomas whispered. Even after the doors closed for the last time
Thomas never stopped running.