“Frankly, I’m not sure,” Kenza said, frowning as she rolled the plate shard around in her hands. Perhaps today really was the day she’d meet the maker. At least then she could live in comfort knowing that her earnings over the years would all be transferred to her family. The friends she’d made over the years might not be the most trustworthy, but they were loyal and understood each other better than others who didn’t know what it was like to have to wipe blood off blistered hands to prevent frostbite in the biting winter airs.

A scrambling sound from the hallway put Kenza on alert, and she let out a relieved sigh when she saw that it was just Derrick. A broad smile broke across her face at news of a key, and Kenza was just about prepared to jump for joy when the door to the cell was unlocked. “Thank god. I thought I was going to have to die in there,” she admitted with a shudder, helping Mistletoe to her feet and exiting the cell quickly. 

Bouncing on the tips of her feet, Kenza felt blood rush through her stiff muscles. It may have just been a little over half a day of inactivity, but even that was too much for someone who was always on the move, always counting on performing her best to survive. 

“Lead the way,” she told Derrick, eyes set. Kenza saw a clear chance at survival now, and she’d be damned if anything took her eyes off it again.

[hr][@lord of evil][@lchris314][@hekazu]