Her back was turned to the bars of her cell. She slowly dropped to a sitting position. Legs slightly shaking. It was only hitting her now that she had almost murdered someone she hoped to go out for drinks with.
Since she had family outside, or hoped they were still alive, she had to be a little ray of sunshine amidst the madness that they had to endure all throughout those years.
"Hey idiot, are you awake?" She yelled from across her cell.
Though her voice was drowned out by the chanting of the crowd. "We want the gladiator. Our hunger satiator." The chorus was only two lines but it was simple and catchy.
"Zak! Zak! Don't you dare die on me! Zak!" The silence the met her cries made her the more paranoid. She couldn't help but think she probably went too far.
"Will you shut it?" A deep voice from the other cell sounded.
"Is that right? Am I disturbing your moment of glory, gladiator?" She mocked.
