She sat there on her cot thinking

The other hut had a series of symbols

It took her longer than it should have but she realized it was a rot cipher

She didn't have anything to write with

So she had to think of each shift count in her head

After a short time she realizes

That is the hut her stuff is in

But there's something dangerous

There's men in the other huts

Probably waiting to kill her

She whispers

What a sick fucking jo--

Oh

The game is survival

But would they really hurt her

The question didn't matter

She had to get to Kuwait

And there

There will be no safety net

She looked around

All she had was a piece of rope from the traps in the wooded area

A small knife

Her clothes

And a cot

She knows they at least have machetes

And longer arms

She started cutting the cot as quietly as possible

There was distance between the huts

But the night was quiet and the walls were paper thin

She thinks

If their job is to kill me or capture me

Then they'll be listening for me to make a move