“Shaye, you’re on a new shift,” the barrel of a guard commands, not even looking at me as he reads out from his notebook. “For the next few weeks, you’ll be delivering food to the inmates underground. The last girl fell… sick.”

My stomach drops right through me. After what I went through today, I don’t want to be anywhere near prisoners worse than the monsters I just encountered.

“There must be a mistake,” I say, glancing over at Crymson who’s mopping the floor. She shakes her head at me to keep my mouth shut.

The guard tilts his head back, eyes narrowing. “I didn’t ask for your opinion. Go...