surviving 2

~kyara's pov~

I squeezed my eyes shut, holding my breath as if that alone could render us invisible. The tension radiated from Liam's body, his grip on my hand nearly crushing, a silent promise to protect me amidst the encroaching darkness.

My back pressed against the rough stone wall, my heart thundered in my chest like a war drum. I had never found myself in such a deadly game of survival—it felt like a twisted nightmare come to life. I could distinguish Liam's scent, a mix of sweat and gunpowder, a strangely comforting reminder that I wasn't alone.

As time slipped away, the sounds of the men searching grew fainter, each echoing footstep fading into nothingness until an oppressive silence enveloped the warehouse. For a moment, I wondered if they might be hiding just like us, lurking in the shadows.

Liam's grip on my hand loosened slightly, a tender reminder of his presence that I hadn't quite noticed until then. He turned to me, his eyes gleaming with determination amidst the dim light.

"We need to move," he urged, his voice low and urgent, laced with the weight of our dire situation. Without waiting for my response, he pulled me to my feet, urgency propelling us forward.

As I scanned the dimly lit space, my gaze fell upon a small, barred window high up on the wall. It seemed a long shot, but it might be our only chance at escape. I pointed towards it, hope igniting in my chest. Liam nodded resolutely, and we crept towards the window like shadows, using an old crate to scale the height.

With my heart racing, I grasped the edge of the window tightly, peering down at the ground floor below. It was a long drop, my mind racing with doubt, but fear pushed me forward. I took a deep, steadying breath and let myself fall, rolling to absorb the impact. Pain shot through my ankle as I struggled to stand, but I bit my lip, refusing to show any sign of weakness; I had to endure.