Climbing down the wall would’ve been an easier task than treading down these dark, dimly lit stairs. As she walked, she thought about what Derrin had said but couldn’t understand any of it—his perspective lacked sense. Being an Agent for 40 years couldn’t be worse than imprisonment, scavenging, and hunger. He said to forget it, but it’s not every day you hear an Agent speak like that. Her view was now skewed, and her eyebrows creased conflicted.
At the bottom of the stairwell, two doors confronted Jioni as she reached the floor: one to the outside, barren, empty wasteland. Then the other door, back to City Two, safe and secure, or at least safer and more secure.
