The odd case of Mary Parker

Pick

Mary woke up from a deep sleep, not remembering even laying down. She glanced over at Alex, who was picking at something in his hand. "Whatcha doing Alex?" She asked, still half asleep. He gripped whatever it was in his hand. "Nothing." She shrugged and sat up. A few minutes later, she asked him again about what he was doing earlier. After she bugged him about it about twenty times, he opened his hand and showed her a small pick he was making out of a piece of wood. He told her that he was gonna go out again, just to get supplies this time. She was hesitant, but then she agreed. "When do we go?" "You ain't goin." They argued for a while and, again, he is going alone. He stood at the cell wall, looked left, right. He pulled the pick out of his pocket and unlocked the door. He closed the door and locked it back. "Case someone comes.'' He stuck the pick back in his coat and walked slowly towards the door. He snuck into the other room, leaving the hallway and her sight. She sat against the wall and waited on Alex's return. She thumbed through her journal and smiled at all the memories. She heard almost silent footsteps running down the hallway. Alex struggled with the lock, a panicked look on his face. He looked over his shoulder as the lock clicked and he jumped inside. He locked the door as the big guy causally walked through the hallway. When the guy finally left, Alex reached into his pocket and pulled out a gun.