Weapon
She had no time to think. She could hear the men barreling down the tunnel towards her.
On a whim, she chose, darting down the tunnel on the right. Hopefully the group would split up to look for her. If she ended up cornered there might be less of them to fight.
Her breath was coming in harsh gasps now; she didn't know how much longer she could go on.
She was beginning to stumble; her sides cramping up from over exerting herself.
The tunnel forked again, this time in to three paths. Jezirea smiled slightly through the pain and took the middle path. It didn't matter.
Hopefully the men still after her would be forced to split up again, this time in to even smaller groups.
She was beginning to reach her limit. It was getting to the point where if she was caught by one of the men, she wouldn't even have the energy to resist him, but still she pushed on.
The tunnel forked again, and this time she went left.
She ran until she could run no more, finally collapsing on to her hands and knees. She eased herself down, and leaned against the sloped walls.
Silence
There was silence; no foot steps. Jezirea breathed a sigh of relief, and allowed herself to rest.
She had pushed herself to the limit, and she had managed to escape. She deserved a good rest now.
...
With a start, Jezirea realized she had actually dozed off.
But due to her limited surroundings, she had no way of knowing how long she had been asleep.
Still there was silence.
She stood warily, her limbs still aching with the memory of the torture she had put them through.
Her stomach growled, and she ignored it for the time being. She wanted out of these odd tunnels. They were beginning to feel very constricting.
Jezirea began to backtrack. First, she had taken the left, then the middle, then-
This isn't right
Jezirea had gone back to the fork where she had taken the middle path, but now there were only two other tunnels leading away from it, instead of three.
She began to worry, Did I go the wrong way?
She turned and ran back to the previous fork, and took the other tunnel, only to meet up with a dead end.
No, this doesn't make sense!
Her stomach rumbled again.
Jezire spent days, wandering through the tunnels; eventually her rations ran out.
At first she had tried marking the path, so she could tell where she had been, but found that her dagger was useless. It was not strong enough to carve in to whatever the walls were made of.
She eventually deteriorated in to running randomly through the tunnels, searching frantically for an exit.
And all the while Jezirea could swear that tunnels were moving; closing behind her to create dead ends where she knew that moment before had been an open tunnel.
On a whim, she chose, darting down the tunnel on the right. Hopefully the group would split up to look for her. If she ended up cornered there might be less of them to fight.
Her breath was coming in harsh gasps now; she didn't know how much longer she could go on.
She was beginning to stumble; her sides cramping up from over exerting herself.
The tunnel forked again, this time in to three paths. Jezirea smiled slightly through the pain and took the middle path. It didn't matter.
Hopefully the men still after her would be forced to split up again, this time in to even smaller groups.
She was beginning to reach her limit. It was getting to the point where if she was caught by one of the men, she wouldn't even have the energy to resist him, but still she pushed on.
The tunnel forked again, and this time she went left.
She ran until she could run no more, finally collapsing on to her hands and knees. She eased herself down, and leaned against the sloped walls.
Silence
There was silence; no foot steps. Jezirea breathed a sigh of relief, and allowed herself to rest.
She had pushed herself to the limit, and she had managed to escape. She deserved a good rest now.
...
With a start, Jezirea realized she had actually dozed off.
But due to her limited surroundings, she had no way of knowing how long she had been asleep.
Still there was silence.
She stood warily, her limbs still aching with the memory of the torture she had put them through.
Her stomach growled, and she ignored it for the time being. She wanted out of these odd tunnels. They were beginning to feel very constricting.
Jezirea began to backtrack. First, she had taken the left, then the middle, then-
This isn't right
Jezirea had gone back to the fork where she had taken the middle path, but now there were only two other tunnels leading away from it, instead of three.
She began to worry, Did I go the wrong way?
She turned and ran back to the previous fork, and took the other tunnel, only to meet up with a dead end.
No, this doesn't make sense!
Her stomach rumbled again.
Jezire spent days, wandering through the tunnels; eventually her rations ran out.
At first she had tried marking the path, so she could tell where she had been, but found that her dagger was useless. It was not strong enough to carve in to whatever the walls were made of.
She eventually deteriorated in to running randomly through the tunnels, searching frantically for an exit.
And all the while Jezirea could swear that tunnels were moving; closing behind her to create dead ends where she knew that moment before had been an open tunnel.
