Silence broke with the faint sound of water dripping. I quickly choked up my sobs of helpless defeat and curled my arms around myself. Where would water be dripping from? Pipes only went into barrack areas and gardens, I assumed. But what did I know?


The sound reminded me of my thirst but still I resisted drinking from my one small water bottle. The drips grew louder until they started to sound like taps. Maybe it wasn't water after all.. and louder still, I realized with the temptation to fall into blind panic again that the taps were footsteps.
 

FOOTSTEPS! SOMEONE IS COMING OH GOD ITS A FLATFOOT I'M GONNA BE SENT TO THE TRANSITIONAL CONT...

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