#9

Evelyn felt a wave of relief sweep through her as Scarlett blearily opened her eyes. If it was not for the uncertainty of their escape, she would have been ecstatic to see that her fellow slave's hands were not bound; without the ability to move her hands, the dangerous plan swirling in Evelyn's mind would never be able to come to fruition without Scarlett's aid.

"Make... sure... you... jump..." she whispered.

She opened her eyelids a fraction more, concentrating on the guard's face. Once his eyes had moved away, she would begin her reckless stunt. She felt guilty at the idea of playing so carelessly with her own life and possibly Scarlett's life, but she was certain that they would both rather die than be subjected to the humiliation and torture that these raiders had prepared.

Evelyn pressed the back of her head hard into the floor and kicked her legs up forcefully, landing perfectly on the balls of her toes. The swift execution of her maneuver meant that the guard did not have enough time to register what was happening; he attempted to swing his gun around but it was too late.

"GRAB THE GUN!" she screamed at Scarlett before colliding headfirst into the raider's chest.

The two of them tumbled over the edge of the pick up truck and slammed into the tarmac with sickening thuds, the momentum causing them to roll repeatedly across the floor. Evelyn scrambled up to her feet and smashed her foot against the raider's skull before he could get up.