He squatted by the tub of potatoes and began peeling, amassing quite a pile of skins in next to no time. Yet it didn’t seem to matter how many he peeled, the tub never seemed any emptier, although it sure beat wasting away in a cold, damp cell.
Not long after he’d begun peeling he noticed that through the legs of the vampire guard he could see the smallest sliver of daylight. It was a sight that set his heart racing. He dared to look again and saw that beyond the doorway was a garden. He kept looking down at what he was doing, but couldn’t help stealing surreptitious glances at the outside world just a few metres away. He began plotting. Two guards wouldn’t be so difficult to dispatch with a knife, not when there were five men.
His thoughts were interrupted by someone barking at him from the other end of the kitchen. It was the roly-poly man whose face was red from the steam coming up from the pots of boiling vegetables.
“Take this tray up to Harrison.”