Day 5
Still starving we lie on the ground
The doors are broken but there's no sound
Cold murky ground is calling for an escape
The rusty broken sounds keep humming down the stairs
You look so pale! tells me the shivering guy
So does you, I reply with a haunted smile

Day 9
Markings on the ground from a metal scraper
Day or night, what is it, can we even stagger?
I'm so hungry I feel like I might die sighs the weakening man
Maybe we will the escape is nowhere to be found, I reply sighing back ...

Day 15
Drip, drip on the floor
The floor turns crimson
Here you go my dear, eat...