Escape {Part II}

Her large gray eyes watched the shadows as she backed herself up against the cold stone wall. The men finally came into view. Yeah, she was right. Four men stood in front of her cell, talking amongst themselves. She bit her bottom lip hard as she listened, apparently unnoticed.
"So what are you going to do?"
"Hadn't really thought of the answer to that, Carl."
One man glanced down and saw her, then moved toward her cell. "Thought you said this cell was empty."
Carl, one of the guards she had seen one time too many, glanced over to the other man. "She was supposed to be taken care of by now." He moved closer as well, fiddling with a key. He finally got in the lock, and she pressed herself even harder against the wall, breathing short, quick gasps. He walked in and knelt in front of her and drew a knife, holding it up to her face.
"You heard nothin.. Got it?" he threatened. She nodded weakly; She hardly ever spoke to them. He grinned slightly. "That's right..." His hand was formed into a fist around the knife, and he stabbed it into her shoulder blade. She let out a shrill cry of pain that the other men didn't seem to notice. "Dunno why you're still around," he mumbled to her. "You should've been killed hours ago. Enjoy this extra time of yours...." He stood, leaving the knife in her shoulder, and turned to walk out, locking the barred door behind him. He and the other men continued walking down the dark halls.
She gritted her teeth together, barely breathing through the pain. With her shaky, bandaged hand, she reached up and pulled the knife out, throwing it across the floor. She fell to her side, crying softly in pain. Her eyes were just barely open when she saw another shadow and heard the scuffle of feet; then, they grew wide as she quickly sat up, hissing in pain. She was shocked to see that it was a mere boy, probably around the same age as herself. He quickly looked around, making sure no one was there.
"Wha.. Who the hell are you?" she mumbled through the pain.
"Hush.. You wanna get us killed?" he shot back, ducking to the ground before looking back to her. "What's your name?"
"Camel.. Who are you and what the hell are you doing here? What do you want with me?" She held her hand up to her shoulder as they spoke.
"I'm Kennie.. I was tryin to find a way outta this hell-whole..." She hadn't noticed it before, but as the fire-light danced upon his face, she could see blood and cuts. He was another prisoner of theirs. "You gotta way outta here?"
She shook her head. "No.. Why the hell would I still be here if I did?!" Then she remembered the carvings on the wall. "Wait.. Do you know anything of carvings? Letters? Shapes? Made in the walls..." She used her less-bloody hand to reach into her pants and retrieve the piece of fabric, which she shakily handed him.
He moved so that he was under one of the torches, examining it closely. "Where did you get this?"
She looked up. "The wall.. They were carved into the wall.. I used an old trick I learned back home.. Can you see them? The shapes? Can you make them out?"
He nodded slowly as he read down the fabric. "Yeah.. It's an old Hebrew text.." He looked up at her with a grin on his lips. "It's a way out."