Her eyes fluttered open, blurred and not focusing. She didn't know where she was, couldn't think straight. Slowly, the memories and magnitude of her situation seeped into her mind, poisoning every thought that could have been. She hadn't realized she fell asleep and cursed herself for giving up, even just for those few moments. She looked around the room and froze. The man who laid next to her was gone, missing. She tried to focus her eyes to see if he had moved and noticed a sudden shift in the corner.
"H-hello?" she spoke out softly. She didn't know if she was afraid for herself or for him. He moved slightly, enough to see her and then he looked away without a word.
"Please, we have to get out of here, you can't just give up."
She felt faint suddenly and lost her ground. She noticed she was sweating and cursed. The infection in her leg must be causing a fever. She knew she didn't have long before it would take her over completely. She grew angry suddenly and screamed as loud as she could. It burned her throat so badly she let out a sob and hung her head.
"It can't end like this, we have to get free, we must."
Her words weren't directed at the quivering stranger but spoken into nothingness. She heard soft shuffling and turned to see the man slowly standing and walking towards her. If she wasn't on the verge of death she may even find him attractive. He knelt by her side, face filthy, streaked with dust and the lines of his own desperate sorrow.
"How can we possibly escape? There is only one door and the top is too high for us to climb out. He could come at any moment and steal us away, just like that without a fucking care. This monstrous being who only craves annihilation. The only option we have is to fight him when he comes but by the look of you, you're not doing so well. I have no weapons to defend myself and you've seen how ruthless he is. He killed my wife right in front of me without a hesitation. He swung down on her with all of his force and I watched the horror on her face turn to torment. She was practically chopped in half in my arms and he said nothing, did nothing but steal me away. For what I can't imagine. I feel there is no hope, I've seen his rage and do not have it in me to fight back."
"If you do not fight back then you are a coward. You can't possibly just give in to him to do with you as he pleases. If you are that helpless then your wife is better off without you."
She knew her words stung and immediately questioned her sanity to say such a thing but she was so angry that she no longer gave a fuck. She knew she was dying and still she would fight until her last breath.