The sound of stomping, countless footsteps, along with the echoes of rounds, being fired somewhere in the corridor, reached even Kensaki. There was someone coming... But the sound was different from the stomps of guards. It was more like the steps of other prisoners.<br/><br/>Before his scattered thoughts would manage to connect, he saw them. Two girls and a guy... From what he could still discern, they looked young. And they were running towards him.<br/><br/>With the extent of the strength left in him, he raised one bloodied hand, and even despite the protests of his muscles, damaged by the bullets, tried to grab the ankle of one of the girls. A small blondie, looking almost like a child. His shaking fingers clenched around her leg for a moment, before releasing again, and his hand fell back into the pool of blood he lay in.