“Hey, don’t worry. We’ll get this figured out.” Jenna said optimistically as she made her way towards the girl and crouched in front of her with a smile.

Sam locked up completely. Logic should have told her that they were all prisoners, especially since at least one other still had yet to regain consciousness, but the logical mind is far removed from the fight-or-flight response. It was that response that she now attempted to control. Matters were not made any better by the approach of one of the prisoners, even if her gestures seemed genuine and peaceful.

"I won't go back!" she managed, between gasps. She was hyperventilating. There was again the sensation of vibration in her teeth. She felt the dizziness returning, along with a desperate need to retreat from these unknowns. As if she were not aware of it already, her hands probed the wall around her, searching for any minute breach through which she could escape. No such respite was found.

"You can't," she whispered. "I won't go."

And that was all she had to offer. It was clear there was no reasoning with her in this state. She was a caged creature; worse yet, a cornered creature. Visions of violence forced their way to the front of her mind. To her understanding, this was the only outcome. In her world, there was only her and the enemy.

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