Fang followed Erin out of the cell. He could run, but she was probably right, it wouldn't be worth it. So he would settle for following her to, wherever the hell they were going.
He could hear the screams coming from the rooms they passed. The screams of the dying. The screams of the ones being tortured. The screams of those who had the bad luck of being altered after they were born. Because of his acute hearing he could also hear the sick, sadistic bastards that ran the place laughing and congratulating themselves on another job well done.
Fang tried to block the sounds out. He looked anywhere but at the doors. So he settled for the back of Erin. He noticed that when she moved her shirt road up on her back revealing more of her tattoo. From what he could see it appeared to be an intricately designed crow. The thin strings moved across her back as she walked. That in itself was damn near torture. Is all he had to do was reach forward and pull. Yeah, and then she'd shove his head down the hole in the ground that was supposed to be a toilet. Great plan.