As soon as the men in the other cells saw they were out, the shouting increased tenfold, demands for release as Will took off along the corridor. The smell of smoke was getting stronger, especially moving towards the exit. He looked up and around, noticing things were starting to get a little hazy.
“There’s a fire upstairs,” he said, stopping near the exit to the arena, which was shut tight. “Someone isn’t content to let us all starve to death. Where’s the guard room? Would that have keys or something?”