Fiona’s POV
It’s three days after I fell into the pit, that I hear noises.
It’s the crunch of the leaves and men speaking.
My heart leaps into my throat and hope blossoms in my heart with a force that makes me feel dizzy.
Immediately, I open my mouth to scream for help but nothing comes out. My throat has given away. Desperation once again spikes my adrenalin.
I carefully slide from under the boy and get up on unsteady feet. My vision is blurred and my entire body aches but I need to do something, anything to help us get out of here.
Trying one last time, I channel all my strength and grab a rock. Then, I pound it against the pit's wall, creating a deafening noise, hoping against hope that someone would hear.
They have to. They need to.
Or else... I am sure the boy and I will die
