Her own labored breathing was above all other sounds, partly because she was terrified at that moment and also because the fall had hurt her. The humidity seemed to envelop her from each and every angle, her long, bleach blond hair pulled into a braid behind her but the shorter wisps of hair clinging to her face like glue. She pushed those behind her ears with restrained hands, her vulnerability starting to get the better of her. But luckily–or maybe it was unfortunate–Olivia had found someone else, another inmate. She dragged her way to them, each elbow taking turns digging into the ground to pull her closer, her mind actively ignoring the world around her except for what was in her path straight ahead. When she was beside the other inmate, she pulled the blindfold off, then took off the gag.

"Please tell me you have something useful on you."

Without any sort of permission or consent, Olivia started searching the man's pockets, but much to her disappointment, he didn't have anything on his person aside for some watch. She tossed the item aside and sighed, pushing herself back up to the sitting position, her arms lazily resting on her bent knees in front of her. "You're no help–"

Suddenly, something behind them startled Olivia, and very slowly, she turned her head to try to make out the source of the noise.