Chapter 11

Without a word, both men slumped back against the wall to catch their breath, panting heavily. “Ugh, if that door had been locked, we’d be dead right now.” He hadn’t noticed it in the heat of the moment, but his soaking wet hair was plastered to his forehead, and his shirt clung suffocatingly to his body. He could taste blood in the back of his throat, and his vision occasionally blurred. He swallowed hard a few times. The cool sensation of the concrete wall pressing against his back was a welcome relief.