Lisa looks around seeing that they are now confined inside a ten voet hallway, surrounded by stone walls on both sides with a ceiling slumbering twenty voet above them. A staircase with uneven steps lead up several stories and bends to the right. Turning around Lisa, grabs the lock’s spinning lever when Christ puts his hand on her forearm. “Don’t, we will possibly need an escape plan and if you remember all the guards are above us. The chance of getting flanked is low, but I wish you would...

Lisa, Christ, and Nixon sit in the second story of an inn, within the Flood District. The wooden window shades cracked open and looks out to the deeper section of the district. Nixon sits quietly on Christ’s lap, watching flip through a notepad.  Christ closes the notebook after several reviews, “Okay, so phase one is to open and disable the Gate of Terrortow. We are gonna---” Lisa puts her palm up to him, “Wait, you want to go into a military checkpoint, open one of the district gates, AND...

Sweat pours down Lisa’s face, tossing underneath the homemade quilt. A tight grip on her shoulder, causes her to shudder and flail toward the offender. Swinging with her free hand while scooting back, she feels a firm grip upon her own. Opening her eyes she sees Christ, holding her fist in his. Her room illuminated with grim radiance of the fading sun. A grey hue filters her room with the mood of melancholy. Looking around and settling on the intruder “What are you doing in here?” “I am here...