![]() ![]() 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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