@flareiisms // crank dat.

This place was absolute madness. Years spent mapping out the maze led to this...hell hole filled with people. Tray in hand, Emilie gazed over the thirty plus kids scattered across tables talking with such excitement it was as if the entire room was filled with bees. Buzzing little bees who needed a heavy sedative. From what she had gathered they all had escaped from a maze in some fashion, which meant there were multiple mazes but how many total? 2? 3? Were they all following the same rules with the same delivery dates and Grievers and the like? Somewhere in the back of her mind a thought itched to be released, as if begging her to remember her life prior to the maze.

Cold. He hadn’t felt true cold in years, if he could remember exactly when he’d be glad to tell the story but that wasn’t possible. The mountains offered protection from WICKD, wind, but most of all they gave Will a sense of safety. They weren’t safe anywhere they went but he’d allow himself one brief span of time to feel it. The Glade never offered much in the way of comforts, at least not compared to this place but deep down Will wanted nothing more than a warm room, a thick fluffy bed and to sleep until he couldn’t stand being in bed any longer. That was likely to never happen.