And then, I heard the sound of wood splintering right next to my head. I opened my eyes and looked to the right to see a rusty axe head resting inches from my skull. The axe sent shards of wood at my face when it pulled back out and then slammed back into the wood of the door.
“Hurry, hurry,” I screamed at the splintering door like a child.
A few more cracks at the door opened the holes up enough to where I could recognize Jeremy working to knock the hole open enough so I could crawl out.
“Thank you, thank you,” I went on with the heat now burning upon my back.
One more crack and I ran at the door and pushed myself through the broken wood without abandon, the jagged edges of the wood slicing all over my body, drawing fresh blood.
Once back outside in the forest, Jeremy glanced at me only for a second before breaking eye contact.
“He’s around here somewhere, we gotta go. Follow me.”