Thia felt sick. Well, what was new, she always felt sick. The unease of what she was doing hadn't settled very well with lunch or breakfast. But she knew she had to eat it, she needed energy. It'd been what felt like centuries since she'd tried to escape or fight back. The only thing holding her back was the will to live. Needless to say, she was willing to risk living, to get away. 
The rain poured down her back, stringing down her hair. She pushed the strands from her face as they suctioned her cheeks. Was she even headed in the right direction? She was totally unsure.
She was running, and her feet squished as the ground puddled. 
Up ahead were bushes, trees, the small clear of a field disappeared. Being as observant as she was, she saw the crouched one in the tree. In his hands, a weapon. Well, maybe this was it. 

Approaching him, she gave a silent and small wave, then turned on her heel to enter the cave and join the others. She gave them the same, remaining quiet.