Matthew awoke to the sound of chaos and fighting, and he lifted himself from his bed. His eyes took a short while to adjust to the flashing red lights and he rubbed them to speed up the process. When he had finally collected a sense of awareness, he got up on his feet and moved towards the battered old wardrobe which he had been given. His roommate, if you could call her that, was sitting on the corner of her bed, fully dressed, with her arms wrapped around her legs and her eyes wide open. She smiled when she spotted that Matthew was awake, and he returned the gesture, but he frowned when he realised the wardrobe was empty, minus a jacket and a pair of jeans. He frowned, and then slowly turned back to her.
"Naomi, where are the clothes?" he demanded, as a gunshot exploded somewhere outside the room.
Naomi stood up and moved slowly towards the other end of the bed, pulling out two heavy rucksacks. For a woman, Naomi was quite strong and slender, and she had a naturally beautiful yet rough face. Her hair was tied neatly into a mid-height ponytail and she had a pair of headphones connected to an old MP3 player buried in her ears. She passed one of the large rucksacks to Matthew, who opened it up to see it was filled with food and other useful resources, and she opened up the second to show that it consisted of clothes. Matthew frowned once more.
"What is this?" he asked, as she zipped up the rucksack and put it on.
"We're breaking out of here," Naomi grinned, walking towards the barred door and pushing it open. "I thought it would be wise to prepare for this."
Matthew smirked, pleased with Naomi's quick-thinking, and after pulling the pair of jeans off its hanger, he approached the tall woman and planted a long, hard kiss on her lips. Naomi smiled as he pulled away and went to put on his jeans, then his jacket, before following her out of the cell and into the commotion.