Oh my God. I've got to kill him. It's him or me. I can't die! Please God no! Just die. Don't look at me!

She thought as she stabbed and stabbed at the thin chest of the innocent child. He couldn't move as the knife flashed down and down again into him. The pain was unbearable and he tried to make the lady know that it hurt real bad.

"Oh God! Just die already!" the knife slid into him once again and it was the last he felt of anything.

The blood was everywhere and all over her hands. Innocent blood staining ungrateful hands. Slitting him open and pulling his rib cage apart was the worse part yet. She dug inside his small chest cavity, lo and behold the key was there.

Where's the lock? Goddamn it where's the lock. Right there, near his dead little foot. Stop thinking that way! What! It's not the right fucking key!

She slid under the razor sharp wires to the cooling body of the six year old boy and dug into his chest again. A key, four keys and only five minutes left. She scrambled under the wires, her foot got stuck, no matter she had reached the lock that would set her free, well partly there was still the safe in her corner of the concrete cage they were in. She still held the tape recorder in her hand and she fumbled with the keys…luckily finding the right one thirty seconds into the search. Untangling her foot she crawled to the safe. She found ten sheets of numbers that would open the safe to the last key to her freedom.

Half a page later she decided to leave a message, just in case.

"My name's Jenny and I'm probably gonna die in the next three minutes. So I'd just like to say just incase I do die. Kill that fucker that did this to us! I'm sorry Casey. I didn't mean to kill you."

With that she set to work on the combinations. A page later and with twenty seconds left on the clock she jammed the key into the belt of explosives around her waist. Free of them she went to work on the belts around her ankles. She stuck peered out the canopy of wires around herself and body of Casey her cell mate. She threw the belts at the padlocked doors. The explosion did some damage to the door and she crawled to it. The wires cut into her body as she called for the man who had done this.

A robed man came from the bare corridor and unlocked the chains. With a pare of wire cutters not seen before cut at the wire.

"Most people are so ungrateful to be alive. Not you. Not anymore."

With that he walked away. She wondered through the abandoned building before finding her way out into the deserted street. She walked and crawled for an hour before she finally saw a car. But it was another thirty minutes until one stopped.