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𝐏 𝐑 𝐎 𝐋 𝐎 𝐆 𝐔 𝐄 // 𝐅 𝐋 𝐀 𝐒 𝐇 𝐁 𝐀 𝐂 𝐊

(Trigger Warning) Blood and brutal stuff.

Throwing the hard metal box on the apartment floor, Zae Cheong had no idea what was in it. But she knew for a fact that it was something valuable. Something worth trading a gun for.

Taking a knife, - that she had to hide in the rock wall with five others so the guards wouldn't find it after arresting her beloved father - the freckled girl slid it between the opening, bending it. It didn't open. But that didn't cause her to stop. She refused to give up, even when the sweat ran down her face, staining her clothes, even the tears running down her slightly freckled cheeks - which was only because of the bare thought of her father.

A click was heard. Barely even believing the box had opened, Zae flipped it open to reveal what was inside. She normally would've ranted everything in her head as a list, but then, her eyes fell on a tiny, tiny little box among the rest of everything else. She picked it up, it was smaller than her palm. She flicked it open. Matchsticks. She was surprised, filled with confusion - if the wrong person got one of these, things would get bad.

After spreading out everything she stole on the floor, the thick, strong door bust open, hitting the wall as it blew a small wave of air at Zae. In the door frame stood a guard.

No.

She had made the mistake she swore not to. Getting caught.

The guard couldn't be more than twenty-five years, he scanned the room, seeing all the rations.

She's screwed.

Zae's breath stopped. She would get locked up, to then be floated just like her father in three years. If she didn't ...

The quiet guard took a step into the apartment, and as in a given signal, Zae took a step back. She immediately hated herself. Her ancestors would've been embarrassed of her.

Why wasn't the guard saying anything? Why hadn't he arrested her already? Instead of doing what a normal guard would've, he took a few steps closer, finally being the first one to say something:

"You know you'll eventually get floated for stealing, right?"

Zae swallowed. Ofcourse she knew. And she wouldn't talk in front of guards like him.

"There's a way I'll let you off to live, you know", the guard continued, trailing slowly deeper into Zae's apartment, forcing her closer to the wall behind her. And that's when she understood what the disgusting man meant.

She felt like a prey, about to get killed by its predator.

The hole. The hole in the wall. The knives. It's right next to her.

The younger girl pounced off to the hole in the wall, closing three of her left fingers around a small knife. Just as she felt a grip around her hair, pulling her up, Zae saw an opportunity.

Out of pure instinct, she closed her whole hand around the knife handle, flew up, turning around, swinging the knife in the direction of the guard, with her eyes closed.