Familiar? That word circled my brain? What could possibly be familiar? Did we have a traitor? Or maybe they smelled the other guards' scent on the clothes? They train this morning before breakfast. I felt my legs go numb as the sound of heavy footsteps got closer. I covered my mouth with my hand. If I breathed too heavily they might search the basket. I couldn't see anything. I could barely hear what was happening. I heard the footsteps fade as it sounded like someone walking away. I slowly pushed the breath I was holding out of my mouth. How long would I have to stay hidden? What if everyone else was dead and this was it? These were the final moments of this pack. Something happened, and the basket was thrown to the side and flipped over. My hands and wrist ached from smacking against the
