Chapter 28 Chapter 28 Lost in Chaos

Lost in the chaos of drugs, Thomas had a dream. He is fifteen years old and sits on the bed.The room was very dark, and there was only one lamp on the table, which gave off a dim light.Teresa stayed there, pulling out a chair and sitting beside him.Her face was terrifying--a miserable mask. "We have to do this," she said quietly. Thomas was there too, but he didn't seem to be there.He couldn't remember exactly what happened, but he knew he felt rotten and dirty inside.He and Teresa had done something horrible, but in the dream he didn't quite know what it was.They were asked to do a horrible and disgusting thing, and they did.

"We have to do this," she repeated. "I know." Thomas answered her, his voice seemed to come from the dead silence. Two words suddenly flashed in his mind: cleaning.The protective walls preventing his recollection thinned momentarily, and then another horrifying truth emerged. Teresa started talking again. "They want it to end like this, Tom. Getting crazier every year, it's better to die, they're done. We have no other choice, no better way. It's over That’s it, that’s all. We need to find new people to train, so that the experiment can continue. We have finally come to this point, and we can’t give up.”

Thomas hated her for a while, but it passed quickly, and he knew she was putting on a tough fight. "That doesn't mean I'm going to like it." He didn't, and he had never hated himself so much. Teresa nodded and said nothing. In the dream, Thomas tried his best to sneak into his brain when he was younger, exploring the unfettered memory space at that time.The earliest creator of the maze, Flame was infected, cleaned, and died; countless volunteers participated; the two maze experiments went smoothly within a year, and new results were produced every day; the construction of the blueprint was somewhat slow, but very certain; for Instead, do training.

It was all there for him to pick up and remember, but he changed his mind and turned and walked away.The past is the past, now there is only the future. He fell into the darkness of oblivion. Thomas woke up dazed and with a dull pain behind his eyes.The dream still beat like a pulse in his head, though the details were slowly fading.He knew exactly what the purge was, and how it shifted from targeting the original creators to targeting the replacements.He and Teresa had to wipe out all the staff after a virus outbreak, and as the only two remaining immune, they had no choice, and he vowed not to think about it anymore.

Minho sat on a chair nearby, with his head resting lazily, falling asleep and waking up, and snoring. "Minho," Thomas called him softly, "Hey, Minho, wake up." "Huh?" Minho slowly opened his eyes and coughed, "What's wrong? What happened?" "It's okay, I just want to know what happened. Did Hans take that thing out? Are we fixed?" Minho stretched his waist and nodded. "It's done—we're both fixed, at least that's what he said. Man, you made a big fuss, remember?" "Of course I remember." He was embarrassed, blushing to the base of his neck, "but I'm paralyzed. No matter how hard I try, I can't stop that damn thing that controls me."

"Fool, you are desperately trying to chop off something from me!" Thomas laughed like he hadn't in a long time, and he loved it. "It's a pity we didn't cut it off, otherwise the world would be spared the troubles of little Minho in the future." "Remember, you owe me another sum." "Okay." He owed them all. Brenda, Jorge, and Hans walked in, looking serious, and Thomas stopped smiling. "Has Gary come to give you another motivational speech?" Thomas asked, trying to be relaxed. "You look really depressed." "When were you so happy and carefree, brother?" Jorge responded. "You were cutting us with a knife a few hours ago."

Thomas wanted to apologize, to explain, but Hans hissed him to keep quiet.He leaned over and caught Thomas's eyes. "Looks like your brain cleared out pretty well and will be pain-free soon, and your surgery was a little worse because of your auto-protection device." Thomas turned to Brenda and asked, "Is it fixed?" "It works," she said, "from the fact that you don't kill us anymore, the function has been removed. But—" "but what?" "Well, you can't hear Teresa or Ares anymore, and you can't talk to them." If he had heard the news two days ago, Thomas might still have felt a little sad, but now he just felt it was a relief: "This is what I want, is there any trouble?"

She shook her head and said, "No, but they can't take any more risks—Hans and his wife are going to leave here, and he wants to tell you something before they go." Hans had already stepped back and stood by the wall, probably to give them more space.He stepped forward now, eyes downcast. "I wish I could be with you guys and I want to help but I have a wife and she's my family and my main concern. I want to wish you luck, I don't have the guts to do things I hope you do arrive." Thomas nodded. The man's demeanor had clearly changed. Perhaps recent events had reminded him of what WICKED was up to. "Thanks! If we can stop WICKED, we'll be back for you."

"We'll see," said Hans to himself, "we'll see a lot of things." Hans turned around and walked to the wall again. Thomas believed that this person was carrying many dark memories. "What's next?" Brenda asked. Thomas knew they had no time to rest, and he was already thinking about what needed to be done. "We found other friends, talked them into joining us, and then we went back to Gary. The only thing I've ever done in my life was help set up a failed experiment and tortured a bunch of kids, so that's on the list It's time to add something. We're going to stop the whole operation before they get new immunizers back on."

Jorge was the first to speak at this moment: "We? What are you talking about? Buddy?" Thomas turned to look at him, resolute. "We want to help the Justice Army." No one spoke. "Okay," Minho finally said, "but, let's find something to eat first."