At long last here is the last chapter. Thank you for bearing with me when I took so long to write this sequel and it has been a pleasure to bring these characters to life in this story. I will miss them so much and I wish they would have more movies about them... sigh... now, I present to you the epilogue of 'Into the Cure'. I don't own the characters.

10 years later…

The sun had yet to rise as I pulled on my jogging shoes and stretched, the cool breeze hitting my face as I took a breath, smiling when I heard the sound of pounding feet from inside the house. "Hey, dad! Why do we have to go running before class?" a voice whined as Minho stood behind him, hips on his hands as he waited for his son to tie his shoes. "Come on kiddo. You never know when you need it," he said as the boy whined, "Aw come on! I'm only eight and you're making me run five miles every day!"

"It's not every day. It's only twice a week," I said as I helped him to his feet and gave Minho some space to get ready. Minho smiled as he rubbed our child's head, the younger boy a blend of both of us. He had Minho's Asian features but he happened to inherit my tendency to use a British accent and curse words. Somewhat like his namesake.

"Let's run," Minho said as he began to jog, the sun beginning to peek over the trees as we began our morning jog. Despite all his complaining, Newt began to run and soon he was about the same pace as us despite both of us running quite quickly. Minho was so persistent that our child becomes a runner that I couldn't be bothered to retaliate when he first made the kid go running with us in the morning.

When we were done with our run, I went to the kitchen to make breakfast while Newt got ready for class. He raced into the kitchen despite having just run five miles, grabbed his toast and headed for the door yelling, "See you later!" before he slammed the door behind him. Knowing I had to get ready soon, I quickly cleaned up the dishes as Minho slid his arms around me. "Hey let me do them today. You go shower," he said as he pecked a kiss on my temple.

"Here you go," I said as I dropped the soapy sponge into his hand, earning a little look of grimace from him and I ducked out of the kitchen before he sent it into my face. I went into the bedroom we shared and walked to the shower, turning on the tap and let the water soak my body free from grime. After that, I toweled myself and stood in front of the mirror, brushing my teeth as I stared at myself in the mirror.

It has been 10 years since we gained our freedom from Wicked and I have to say despite being a large group of teenagers and two cranky adults, we managed to pull everything together and create a safe haven for everyone. We had managed to even establish a school system and a council to govern the small island we inhabited, everyone getting settled into their jobs as soon as they got them. Seeing how everyone had to do something they were familiar with in their time in the Maze, it made me remember the times when we did the same thing back in the Glade, my heart twanging as I remembered those we had lost.

Everyone was given freedom to do as they wished and if they wanted, they were even allowed to leave the island and look for somewhere else. Some had indeed left after a few years but the most of us stayed, building our island community until it flourished, just excluding all the technology Wicked used. Thomas set up a local school to teach the kids that some of us had, including his own child after he was married to Brenda.

I got dressed and met Minho in the living room, where he grasped my hand before pulling me to the door, both of us having to go for our jobs for the day. He was a council member and a physical trainer at the school while I took charge of creating books for the children to use. I found I had a passion for writing and it served Thomas well to have someone write down whatever he said without having to crack his head about it.

I sat at my desk as I wrote the book Thomas had requested, drawing out small pictures of organisms that might have been useful last time but Thomas still insisted on teaching them anything to do with science. When the time was right, we would go back to the Last City or any cities to try and salvage whatever we could find or even build a city of our own. Now that all of us were Immune, we were able to survive in the waste of the world.

That night, I sat on the couch, reading to Newt as he tried to go to sleep. "Mum, why did you give me such a lame name? I mean, I'm a sort of lizard am I?" he asked as I stroked his hair. It was soft like Newt's, a slight tinge of brown with his jet black ones. "You were named after someone very dear to me and your father. He may not be here today but when you came into the world, I thought I should give you something that may remind you of him," I said as he quirked an eyebrow. "Well Wicked must have very bad naming skills to give him that sort of name," he muttered as Minho knocked him on the head.

"If you're so riled up, why don't we go for a walk to the memorial stone?" he asked as Newt sighed, "As if you ever left me a choice, dad." As Minho held the small boy in a chokehold, I walked out and put on my shoes, waiting for them to come out while taking in the town we now lived in. It had expanded quite a bit since we came here and it looked like those small towns during the olden days where they had to make things out of wood and such.

When we reached the memorial, I ran my hand over the stone, so many names engraved on it that it was hard to find the one we were looking for. After some time, I found the name, running my hand over it as Minho carried Newt on his shoulders. "You see that? You were a very important person to everyone. And you are with us now," Minho said as Newt pouted, "But that does not mean you have to name me after a lizard!"

As he said that Minho swept him off his shoulders and held him in the air, making him shriek as he spun him around when he heard a voice, "Bringing your kid back down memory lane again?" Thomas appeared with Brenda, hand in hand as their small daughter trotted from behind, hiding behind her mother as she peeped from behind. "Hey, Theresa. How are you?" I smiled as she squeaked, "Ok."

"We should really get our kids together and then we can be one big happy family," Minho said as I smacked him on the arm. "Newt is too young to think about marriage, shank!" I groaned as he laughed, "Hey a man can dream right?" As we let the kids look at the memorial, we sat at the pavilion surrounding it, watching the stars shine above us as we leaned into each other. "One day, the world will go back to normal," Thomas said as Brenda leaned against his body. "Yeah, one day," I whisper, watching the stars as I thought of how blessed my life had been since the day I was thrown into the Glade.

Keep on running. Never stop running no matter what life hurls at you. It sucks but we have to go through life. Break free from your maze and live freely.

Until we meet again, ave atque vale and sayonnara.

Thank you for reading my stories all this time.

I never felt so happy in a book fandom before and I would say Maze Runner is one of my favourite fanfiction works ever and I will miss writing about them.

Thank you so much for all your support.