Narration
The sun was scorching jot on this specific day. They've been in the dungeons for three days and the youngest keeps crying.
"Shut up Kyle!" the one with dirty blonde hair shouts.
He doesn't care about anything at this moment, his friend and brother Tyler is gone all because of a stupid girl they had to find.
The dungeon is slightly lit by the sunrays coming from the small opening above them. They are obviously far from the city because there have been no signs or sounds of people anywhere nearby.
It's smelly and damp, he can't stomach the smell but he can't show any weakness.
The third boy has been quiet since they were tossed in there.
"We have to find a way to get out of here." he's whispering, because what if the guards are listening.
They can't die, he says to him
