Another approach would be to smash the walls with the brick. The walls, each twenty feet high, Molly estimated, felt real enough, but almost certainly at least one of them was a two-way mirror, so she could be observed. The problem was, if she guessed wrong and her brick crumbled, she might not have weapon enough to kill any remaining rats. Probably best to kill them all now and take her chances with spoilage.

The rats mostly were huddled in the shade of the far wall, but one of them was nosing its way towards her. Molly crouched and reached slowly for her brick. The rat stopped but didn't retreat. Its beady eyes were locked on hers. Molly glanced at the walls. Now she wasn't so certain she could kill the rats. She might have to pick which wall hid the mirror. She tried to determine which was most likely concealing the mirror. They all looked exactly the same. When her eyes returned to the rat, it wasn't there. It must have retreated to the jumble of comrades in the shade. Where it had been standing was a small puddle of rat piss.

A grin spread across Molly's face. Maybe the mirror was the floor. She wouldn't put it past those perverted fuckers. One hand on the brick, just in case, she parted her nether lips and sent a stream of her own urine to the floor. Take that, she said to herself. Emptied, she studied her reflection in the slim pool. Right, she said, if I could piss a quart a day, in only a couple of hundred years I could float out of here.