Grey had been in the dungeon for two days without food and water. It looks like he was left like this until he died.
The smell was making him sick, but Grey wasn’t able to move or even speak. All he could do was sit there and wait for his time of death. He hadn’t seen anyone since the first day he got here. Nobody ever came down these dark tunnels to see what he looked like.
Nobody would have helped. Even when Grey woke up a few times before passing out for a few seconds, they ignored him or just walked past him.
He could tell that it was getting late. He didn’t want to admit how weak and tired he was feeling, so he tried not to let his eyelids start drooping, hoping that if he stayed awake, he wouldn’t die. But his body betrayed him. His eyes slid closed despite all his best efforts
