ISABLE'S POV.
The man moved swiftly but silently through the almost completely dark corridors. His steps were confident as if he knew the place like the back of his hand. I stayed close behind him, clutching the bucket I’d used to knock Rocky down in my hands. It was proving to be an inconvenience to be carrying it around, especially since I was already so weak myself, I was barely managing to stand up on my feet. But I needed it. It was the closest thing I had to a weapon right now in this horrible place, and I couldn't lose it. My breath came in short, uneven gasps as I struggled to keep up with the nice stranger. My body was weak and aching from days of captivity, but I forced myself to keep moving. I'd already gone too far, I couldn't give up now.
“Who are you?” I whispered again, my
