Time seemed to pass at a painfully slow rate while Shilo and I waited inside the small room. All of the worst possibilities of how Sam's conversation with the Mayor could have gone ran through my mind. What if the Mayor discovered Sam was lying and killed him on the spot? There would be no way to let the rest of Sam's crew know. Shilo kept suggesting we break out ourselves being that we don't know when the Mayor plans to feed us to his fiends.
"How would we even escape from here with the guard outside of the door? We have no weapons, nothing to defend ourselves." I protested.
Shilo paced the small floor as he tried like hell to find a way around the guard. After a few minutes, he came to a sudden stop.
"I have an idea. You may not like it though."
I quirked a brow.
