We received one meal yesterday, so I know I'll only have one shot at this today. For the first time, I'm thankful it's Cori's fingers Fernandez cut off. I need all of mine for the coming fight. We'll both need our feet and it will be hard enough without shoes. I have no idea where we are, which means there's a chance we'll be running for miles. I can do it if Cori can. Hell, I'll pick her up and carry her if she can't.
I haven't told her my plan yet because I want her to sleep as much as possible so she has enough strength for what I have planned. Right now, she's sleeping like the dead. When I touch her flushed cheeks, she's hot. Too hot. I wet a sheet strip and lay it on her forehead. She doesn't stir and her breathing is ragged. She'll die if I can't get us out of here.
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