Buildings suffering from decay loom over the group as they wander through the silent city, what was once bustling with life was now desolate and still. Everyone was gone, having fled or they became infected . All what was left was the disappearing memories of their lives in the city.

The group consisted of those who escaped the maze: Thomas, Newt, Minho, Teresa, Frying Pan and Winston. They were all that was left and they now had a new mission: find survivors.

It would be tricky. This is because the virus had either killed or infected anyone who caught it apart from the very little few who are immune to it. Cranks (zombie-like creatures) were always lurking around, waiting to strike and infect more people.

The sun beats down on the group as they move through the remains of the city. The heat is sweltering, adding a whole new level of difficulty to their task. Even in the shade, the temperatures were still high. The group just needed to push through and find shelter by nightfall.

Newt brings his leather jacket a little higher, trying to shield his eyes from the sand and dust being blown towards him by the strong winds. His brown eyes scan the fallen city, hopefully searching for anything, anything at all.