Blood woke up with a start hearing movement outside, his hand swiftly moved to the blade he had carved a few hours earlier. Noticing it was an inmate walking by, he relaxed and sat to sharpen the blade he had hid in his braid.<br/><br/>The stone made gentle scraping sounds as he grinded it against the blade, muffling it somewhat with a rag he had recovered from a corpse that the cats left behind.