I woke up to a sharp pain in the back of my head. What the- Oh. Uncomfortable memories came back. I slowly got up to see a dark room with grid windows.

"Careful. You have a wound on the back of your head.", someone said. I turned around.
"Kara!"
She was sitting in a corner with an expression that was just sad and broken.
"Shouldn't we just try to get o-"
"Hopeless. There's no way."
"But there must be one!" Kara just shook her head.
"The windows... Impossible to open them.", she answered. "The door doesn't even have a lock from the inside. And the walls... Try your best. They're made of rock, just like the ground."
"So... They're just gonna let us starve here?"
She pointed towards a corner. I looked at it and flinched. There sat a skeleton, crouched down. Pale and sad - some of the smaller bones had fallen off and were now laying on the ground. I gasped. "Holy shit..."
"Not that holy, to be honest. But it's shit. It was nice to have met you."
The once so beautiful, strong and courageous girl was now sitting in a dark corner, helpless, sad and exhausted. I somehow felt that urge to walk over to her, hold her and tell her sweet lies like "It'll be fine. We'll get out. We won't die in here."

But man, the earth was dying, which was a proof that there's not always a solution, mostly not when you're locked up with a skeleton to starve and there was no possible way out. But wait...
"Kara... Are you sure nobody's gonna come here and, I don't know, do something like give us food? Who says that this person..."-I pointed towards the skeleton-"...starved?"
She smiled sadly. "I need to tell you some sort of story."
And she started narrating.

In her youth, Kara had lived here. She had lost her parents on the way to the USA, they had been killed by a group of professional assassins who had joined the groups that tried to decrease the number of humans - they'd have never missed their target. Until that one day Kara escaped. She ran away on her own - she was eight years old back then! - and then somehow got to this village. She was exhausted, hungry and hurt, and the people who lived here took care of her. A woman and her husband adopted her and was like a mother. And the guy who had locked us up here was like a brother for her - she was amazed by his strength, so he taught her how to fight.

One day, she saw this very room, which had a very skinny, wounded and half dead person inside - and the room next to it. A torturing chamber with fresh and old blood all over it.

"We're lucky we didn't get there.", she said. "Anyway, when I saw these horrible rooms, I realised they weren't as kind as they pretended to be. I was nine back then, but my mind was very clear. So I decided to escape. It was pretty hard for me, but I couldn't stay. Not if they tortured people behind my back. So I packed my stuff and left in the middle of the night. The day after, I wanted to shoot a bird to eat it - but then I saw how they jumped around and flew up and down and realised they were just as alive as me, able to feel pain. And that's the story of how these people started hating me - and I started hating them - and how I became a vegan. And now you know that if they come, they'll only torture us."
"But that's exactly what I meant! If they come in for whatever reason, we could try to knock them out and escape!"
"With what? The bones of that skeleton?"
"Yes!"
"We can give it a try. We have nothing to lose, right?"

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A/N: Word Count: 667(Why not 666?? ;()! It's getting more exciting! ;)

Are they going to get out? What will happen after that? Like in every chapter, please give me critics(Not just like "I like it" or "This belongs in a dump lol", please also tell me why you liked/disliked it) and... Yeah. Have a wonderful day/night/whatever!

-Lilia