Chapter Four
Day 223
There had been no real successes in their little attempts to escape or assess their location and their captors. Max was taken away and never bought back. The woman with her arms sewn to her leg stumps died in the cells two nights prior – possibly sepsis as there was a nasty smell in the room and Marie couldn't figure out where else it could have come from. The child cried a lot, and eventually was removed and not returned. Her neighbour was still there and still believed they could find a way out.
Rangimarie was sitting there rubbing her left knee, it ached without mercy for quite some time and eventually she decided that moving about might help loosen it up, or at least give her mind something else to think about. Walking around the small cell didn't help her knee much but she did notice something else she hadn't before. Maybe it was exhaustion, maybe pain, or maybe she was looking so hard for it before she hadn't noticed it. Because there at the back of cell, in the centre of the transparent wall was a small gap, it must have been where the tubes had snaked through. She walked closer to it, up close it was completely invisible and at most other angles in the room she discovered it didn't expose itself, but at the place she stood now she could see the hole. She reached out and placed her hand against it, she could feel the edge, it was blunt, but it wasn't that big. She was able to push her arm through and touch the wall behind them but the hole was only big enough to accommodate up to the middle of her upper arm. She wondered how strong the cell walls were. She put both her hands through and gripped each side and pulled backwards, it made a simple creaking sound and bent slightly, appearing to be constructed of some form of plastic, but it didn't give way to her waning strength.
"Hey…"
She whispered to her neighbour.
He looked up from where he was sitting, playing with his toe nails – one was horribly ingrown. When he saw that her fingers were protruding through the back of the cell he was up and over to the corner of his cell.
"Holy shit".
He whispered.
"It won't give though. Its like some kind of plastic".
She said.
He felt about on the back of his cell until he successfully found the gap.
"I see what you mean about it not giving way".
He replied softly, inwardly a tad depressed and certainly wishing he hadn't discovered the hole as now it would just sit there and mock him.
After a good twenty minutes of them both having a go at their respective holes they both accepted that the hole wasn't going to do them any good, especially while they had no weapon or tool of any description.