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 my withering flesh
Smiling I do the same offering the flesh of my arms
He smiles and feasts on it like it's his only chance not to starve!
The blood trailing down my lips, the taste of copper lingering with the laugh

Now we will never go hungry again, he speaks plunging the scraper in his chest
Now we will never go hungry again I repeat scraping my intenstines with a twisted smile at best
Feeding each other our blood and flesh we are finally not starving
Now we can fall in an eternal slumber not dreading the hungry scowling...

Day 20
The smell of rotten flesh and blood slowly escapes
The gruesome scene eventually evades
Another set of people sent down the stairs
Feeding on the dead they let their head turn clear
Now we will never go hungry again speaks the skinny guy
Now we will never go hungry again she replies grinning with the rotting lives ....

~Scythe

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