You have my word I will not kill you. His previous words of valiance endured throughout her thoughts. She could only guess if they were still valid now that she had contagion upon her lips and scratched body. She knew what he would see—a threat. No longer a person, but a shell containing infection. And he would kill her. Or she would him if the chaos took her. So she ran through the darkened corridors, through the catacombs of the cave. Away from the Chaots. From the soldiers. From herself.
