“You can call me ‘Rinth. By the way.” She said, leading him through small gaps in the otherwise trash filled walls.
“Liam.” He said at last, after considering it. The child really was his best chance of getting out of the there.
They mostly travelled in silence, her bubbly energy from before subduing into a gentler caution. She was careful not to touch the false walls and he followed her lead, there was no telling if there were any traps or anything that might put the pair in danger.
He was quickly lost as she turned this way and that, pausing when she went too far ahead. Her movements were confident despite her caution and the lack of light, she clearly knew the area well.
He didn’t know how long they had been walking when he saw the first golden light glimmering on the floor. It was a small lantern, tucked into the wall so it wouldn’t be stepped on. He couldn’t see a fire or any other sign of what caused it to illuminate but he was grateful for the light.
He observed the wall around them, and as more lights appeared he had a greater understanding of their construction. They weren’t really walls at all but instead piles full of a range of cloth, metals and other items – he could have sworn they walked past what looked like a bathtub full of plants. Each pile went well over his head in height, he had no idea how tall they truly were because that was when they merged with the ceiling. The ceiling itself had beams and cables running this way and that, holding up even more items.
Liam Richards was the man with his life in order. Good friends, good family, good job. And then he was reassigned. To the Maze. A place where all who entered never returned from.
No one was expecting what he found inside - a girl, a man and a robot with thousands of secrets between them.