Building suffering from decay loom over the group as they move through the silent city, once bustling with life was now desolate and still. Everyone was gone. All what was left was the disappearing memories of their lives in the city.

The group consisted of those that 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 civilisation.

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. This meant Cranks (zombie-like creatures) were lurking around, waiting to strike and infect more people.

The sun beats down on the group as the 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 being blown towards him by the wind. His brown eyes scan the area, hopefully searching for anything, anything at all.