Chapter 172:

It was only about two square meters wide, just enough for the seven of us to sit on our knees all night.

Early in the morning, everyone's back waves are stiff, and blood clots paralyze their limbs. At night, only the children were too tired to fall asleep, while most of Clara and I were awake.

"I wonder how long we will be locked up? If you stay here, we will die slowly, even if we don't get killed." Disgruntled, Clara moved a bit when her elbow touched Venn's face.

She pulled her hand back in frustration, cursing a few words.

I looked out here; even though a thick brick wall separated it, it was still enough to hear the heartbreaking screams of the prisoners Kent kept.

"It's scary, isn't it?" Clara asked me again.

"Um." I let out a long sigh.

Clara wanted to say something more, but then she fell silent, also motioning for me to be quiet. She whispered. "Someone's coming."

I tensed and looked away.

"I bring food here." He has not seen, but the voice has come first.

Robert took some fr