Somewhere inside the mine.
“Oren! Oren! Keep it together! Here! Eat this.”
A man in tattered clothes said as he hands the dirty bread covered in dirt to a friend that is barely keeping himself awake. “Ho-how about you Charli- you should stop giving your rations to a dying man.”
He almost tear up the moment he hears those words coming from a friends mouth but still hands it over without hesitation. “I don’t care. You need it more than I do.” He force a smile and hands his friend a cup of water half filled before he takes a sip for himself.
“I heard some of them planning a breakout again. I was thinking of joining the next ones.” He sits beside his friend and sighs. “Thanks Charli but that would be really stupid. You do know the last time people tried to break out right?” his sick frie
