Zene let out a sigh, her back falling heavily into the brick wall. Exhaustion dropped her shoulders and caused her legs to tremble. A bead of sweat trickled slowly down the side of her face.
A hollow clink of an empty jar rolling on the ground drew her eyes towards the sound. Aware of her vulnerability, Zene moved away from the wall. Tired legs trembled and the first steps were shaky. She looked back over her shoulder.
A punishing grip took a hold of her arm. The back of a hand struck. There was a hand covering her mouth, and a blade against her stomach.