[sub][h3][center]T H E P R O M I S E[/center][/h3][/sub][hr]

[i]"Oy, I want to talk to you!"[/i]

[b]Shnnnk![/b]

The shovel stops again, followed shortly by the clanging of a metal and wooden object hitting the dirt.

[i]I know who you are, and you know about me. I'm waiting!"[/i]

...

"D-dont shoot. Please, dont-"

[url=https://i.pinimg.com/736x/7b/f2/b2/7bf2b2680d2dea32fff880471c0117a3.jpg]A young caucasian woman[/url] slowly emerged from a thicket of trees with her hands in the air. She was petite in stature, standing no more than five foot four with angular features and a razor blade jawline.  What was most striking was her eyes. Beautifully hazel and slanted upwards at the corners framed by thin but prominent downwards slanting eyebrows. She had short but wavy brown hair which didn't even reach her shoulders. She looked tired, and beaten. As if she had just run a marathon without the rest of the Promise knowing. 

She couldn't have been more than sixteen or seventeen years old.

Her eyes widened in confusion upon looking over Lynn, and then her eyes flashed quickly to the right and left of her- as if scanning for anyone else, before they finally met Lynn's gaze again. 

She looked like she wanted to cry. 

"Oh thank god, you're not one of 'em." she just about choked out, the observant might notice a British lilt to her voice. She crossed shaky hands across her chest in an effort to comfort herself. "They'll take me. You don't understand- they'll take me like they tried to after the breakout."

She was hysterical, but she looked from the ground to Lynn again. "You cant stay here- if they find me they'll take you too. You don't know what they're capable of. What they have upstairs."