The Scorch.

You guys had just escaped the Maze with a small group. Thomas, Minho, Frypan, Teresa, Winston. That was it. That was all of the survivors.

You all walk together through the oblitherating sun. Scared, unsure, thirsty, hungry.

And hot. So goddamn hot.

Newt is walking up ahead of the group, whilst you're walking somewhere in the middle. You look forward; sand. Nothing but sand.