Shadow Slave

Sunny looked at the stream of blood that was getting closer and closer to the cage, then glanced back at the door and waited, wondering if someone… or something… would burst through it and enter the cell.

But nothing did. After that first loud bang, everything stayed eerily quiet. Seconds passed, then minutes. Finally, he slowly turned away from the door and looked at Cassie.

"Do you smell it?"

She lingered for a moment, then nodded.

"...Blood."

Sunny remained motionless for a bit, then walked back to his usual place and sat down. His face was grim. After a while, he said in a dark tone:

"We are going to need to start rationing water."

Humans could survive for a long time without food, but water… water was much more precious. Without it, a healthy human could die in a matter of days.

And there were very few more agonizing ways to go.

Cassie turned her head, then asked somberly:

"Why? Do you think that they are going to just leave us here?"

Sunny opened his mouth to retorn that she was the one who could see the future. But in the end, he held his tongue.

"...Just in case."

As Awakened, they would also be able to last longer without water than mundane

that be

was no

and exhaled slowly, then tried to

it was impossible to tell what day

water ran out. The waterskin wasn't that large,

...Then, came the thirst.

what madness felt like, but after spending several days — at least he thought that a few had passed — without

if it was being cut, his lips had dried and cracked, and so did his tongue. His head was full of pulsating pain, and his muscles were

going to die in this cursed cage like a dog, forgotten and discarded. Maybe one day someone would open the heavy door, and find his desiccated corpse reaching hopelessly and pathetically toward it through

could think of to get out of the cage, but nothing he had done helped. The only

to blur. Sunny spent most

Then, it disappeared, too.

darker, with only the ghostly, dim glow

'...The oil ran out.'

Sunny closed his eyes.

Was it really hopeless?

he couldn't give

that Cassie was right there with him, going through the same hell. At least… at least he

then at least a little easier. Neither of them would have been able to endure the agony and the terror of not knowing whether they were going to live

many days had passed since the flame of the oil lantern died out. Time lost its meaning a while ago. All he knew was the thirst, the pain, and the stubborn, spiteful will to hold on