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.
Sighing, tired of waiting for the plot to thicken, Em promptly plopped herself at a table of boys not from her maze, glancing at their now clean faces. “Names Emilie but everyone calls me Em. I take it you were in a maze too?” A quick bite of the apple on her tray, legs crossed beneath the table and she looked at the boy across from her, eyes narrowing. “You look awfully familiar but I can’t put my finger on it...”