“Allison!” yelled Kirsten, as Allison was thrown into the cell.
Allison hit the floor, groaned, and pushed to her hands and knees.
“Kirsten, we need to get out of here now,” Allison breathed weakly, and Kirsten gave her a questioning look.
“How?” she asked.
Allison smirked and crawled under her bunk. There was a towel hanging, and she pulled it back. Kirsten got down on her hands and knees and looked. Allison had dug a hole through the clay wall, and it was big enough for both of them to fit through.
Allison turned to Kirsten and gave her a set look.
“Kirsten, no matter what happens, run. No matter what you hear, or if I get caught. Run. Promise me.”
Kirsten looked at her and shook her head.
“Allison, if you…”
Allison cut her off, as she began to cry, and grabbed her shoulder.
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