Teresa had agreed to help the young guard, and after seeing the bruises covering his body, she felt a faint trace of pity, though her mind constantly reminded her that he was still part of the Settlement's cruel force.
Nonetheless, she followed him with the intention of helping, only to be met with yet another sudden ambush the moment he led her into a hallway.
As frustrating as the situation was, what disgusted her most was the fact that it had to be him.
He had betrayed her in the worst possible way…
***
Flashback.
Teresa walked a few paces behind the young guard.
His shoulders were hunched forward as though he were attempting to collapse into himself.
The hallway he guided her through was narrow and poorly illuminated. Torches mounted along the walls had long since burned down to dying embers that cast weak orange light across the cold stone.
To be honest, she did not feel at ease.
Out of nowhere, he stopped walking.
Teresa halted behind him.
