END GAME: THE COUNTDOWN STARTS

[sailmods]

[the prisoners wake up on cold, hard floors.

the lights are bright, glaring, a sterile cell with sterile bars facing a sterile hall. the prisoners with you, across from you, and no one else. no rocking of a ship in waves, nothing. just the prisoner and their prison.

time passes, one assumes. the rhythmic click of Friday’s heels down the hall. it’s almost like the ticking of a clock.]

Comments

[yournewsidekick]

That pulls an actual snicker out of Nimona. A small one, maybe, and it's still thick with tears, but it counts.

"Nah, don't know that one, but I'll make up my own version." She presses her forehead to the bars again. "Hey, if you get to Malin first and bite her whole fucking face off, save me an ear?"

[teethoftherisk]

He presses his forehead back, meeting her through the bars. "I promise. We'll maul her together."