• She had escaped beatings, chains, torture. Now she had fought her way through guards, cells, and shootings. And all that stood in her way from freedom was one guy, on gun, and one gate. And she intended to get through all of them.
    Blood ran down the side of her head, from her mouth and hands. She was covered in bruises and scratches. But her eyes where full of yearning and will. Her heart beat slowly, and her breath way hard and long. She was fighting for her life, and she knew she would survive.