All for you

Chapter 3

I know what's going to happen to me. I don't want to die. I need to find Yvan and to do that I have to get out of here. I suddenly feel determined and rush of adrenaline flows through me. My pain weakens and I rise to my feet before pacing the room thinking of things to do.

Alex's warm body oozes blood as I move him. I search him for anything. Stupidly they mustn't have realised he had a gun. I checked the rest of his pockets. Nothing else. Not even a phone. Thanks to a few YouTube videos I have a basic idea of how to use a pistol. I check the magazine. He has a modern gun; able to hold 16 rounds. His is almost full;15. I shove it down the back of my pants to sit comfortably  on the waistband. I search the rest of his body. I find a small switch- blade stuffed down the side of his ankle in his sock which smells foul, like a dead body was left in the sun for too long and then a skunk died on top of that. Ok maybe a slight hyperbole.

Despite the window being far too small to climb out of, I want to know what's on the other side. I take one of Alex's shoes and smash the glass. The window sat almost at the same height ceiling but it is quite a low ceiling. As soon as I break the glass, an instant rush of humidity flows in. I pull myself up to see outside. I was at ground level here and this was a room that sat on the outside of the building. It was surrounded by dark, thick foliage.

I lowered myself back to the ground and readied myself. I had weapons, shoes and now I need a plan.

I wiped my face with my shirt, sat down with my back against the tiny window wall facing the door like I was sitting before. I sat thinking through many scenarios before having a lightbulb moment.

I stood up wiped my nose, retied my hair to keep it out of my face and silently tiptoed over to the door. I lowered myself back and into my knees, looking under the door to see if anyone was there. It was clear. I spoke softly asking if anyone was there. No response. No footsteps. Coast was clear.

I tried turning the door handle but it was locked. I took out the switch blade and tried to fit it in the lock to unlock the handle but the knife was too fat. I heard footsteps approaching. I made a split second decision to hide behind the door if it opened rather than returning to my spot on the floor.

I held my breath and heard one voice calling out to another. Adrenaline was running through me faster than ever. I felt so focused. A key slipped into the door handle before it turned. It pushed opened and I hid quietly behind it.

In walked another guy. I hadn't seen him before. Young white guy, looks sort of like Alex. Could it be his brother? This guy wasn't paying attention. I had the switch blade firmly planted in my hand. He walked into the room looking for me and I sprang out from behind the door and thrust the knife in and out of his chest before swiftly making a cut across his throat.
"I'm so, so sorry." I truely was. I didn't want it to come to this.