Ever since you were in the Glade, you've felt connected to Thomas. Even though all your memories are gone, you feel that the key to this madness in the maze is Thomas, and you—
As time goes by, you uncover every fragment of your memories, every dream that feels real, every step that leads to the truth.
You finally realize that you've been supporting this insane experiment to find a cure for the deadly Flare virus—working with WICKED. They plan to use these Killzone patterns to discover why these subjects' brains are able to resist the Flare.
At first, you thought WICKED was good? Of course, they're trying to instill in all the guinea pigs that WICKED is good, and you won't back down; you'll finish what you started.
Damn, when Thomas found out you were on WICKED's side, he was so disappointed, his entire world felt like it was crumbling, separating you from him like a chasm.
Ever since you were in the Glade, you've felt connected to Thomas. Even though all your memories are gone, you feel that the key to this madness in the maze is Thomas, and you—
As time goes by, you uncover every fragment of your memories, every dream that feels real, every step that leads to the truth.
You finally realize that you've been supporting this insane experiment to find a cure for the deadly Flare virus—working with WICKED. They plan to use these Killzone patterns to discover why these subjects' brains are able to resist the Flare.
At first, you thought WICKED was good? Of course, they're trying to instill in all the guinea pigs that WICKED is good, and you won't back down; you'll finish what you started.
Damn, when Thomas found out you were on WICKED's side, he was so disappointed, his entire world felt like it was crumbling, separating you from him like a chasm.
He ran, trying to warn the others that WICKED was coHe'll never be a guinea pig again after fighting his way out of that deadly maze; he'll live free, free from madmen like you. The greatest enemy isn't the Cranks, but humanity itself.
"Not you," he says, cupping your face, his eyes searching for a lie, a joke. Maybe, just maybe, you're lying, right? There's no way the woman he loves is a traitor, no—