Gus
Sweat trickled down my forehead despite the cool autumn air, and my hands were blistering from handling the shovel for too long. But I wasn"t foolish enough to dare stop. My supervisor wouldn"t hesitate to make an example of me and while it wouldn"t be as disillusioning as the first time it had happened, I didn"t need any more scars or rations withheld. Life was hard enough as it was, I didn"t need to make it even more difficult.
"Psst, Gus."
I looked over at the sound of my name to where Jack was leaning against his shovel a few feet away. He looked as weary as I did, but that didn"t stop him from tossing a metal flask in my direction. I dropped my shovel as I fumbled to catch it, completely taken off guard, but just about managing.
Jack glanced over his shoulder to make sure our
