"If we want to figure out where we are or where we're headed, we need to backtrack to Room B," Whisky said, thinking aloud. "On the map, I remember seeing Rooms A, B, C, D, and E. Room B is where we were before. The path was marked with white lines, and the blocked areas were in blue."
The reality of their situation began to sink in. The maze was exponentially larger than they had anticipated, making it nearly impossible to navigate without a map. The consequences of being trapped were dire: without a map, they would be doomed to wander the maze in circles, eventually succumbing to exhaustion.
Whisky sprang up from his cross-legged position. "Time is ticking; we need to move to Room B."
Sarah and Linda stood up as well, stretching their bodies to shake off the stiffness.
"Ah, that feels better," Linda said, arching her back in a languid stretch.
Sarah nodded in agreement, rubbing the kinks out of her neck. "Let's get moving."
"Whisky, do you still remember which routes to take?" Sarah asked, her eyes fixed on him.
"Yeah, I do," Whisky replied confidently.
"Okay, let's dock right and get moving," Linda said, her voice filled with determination.
They set off at a brisk pace, Whisky leading the way and navigating the twists and turns. After what felt like four turns, Whisky halted at a crossroads, where four paths converged.
"I'm not sure, to be honest," Whisky admitted. "I've been picking routes randomly."
Just as they were starting to lose hope, a white door came into view in the distance. Their hearts swelled with relief, and their legs surged with newfound energy. They sprinted toward the door and burst into a small room.
The group collapsed against the walls, gasping for breath, their chests heaving, and their faces slick with sweat. Whisky couldn't believe his luck – his random guesses had actually paid off.
A familiar voice echoed through the maze, "Hallow, my guy!" Whisky's eyes lit up as he recognized the voice. Only one person called him that – Travis Silver.