Might Help

Weeks dragged on in the darkness of the dungeon, and with each passing day, my hope grew a little dimmer. If anyone was going to find me, they should have found me by now.

Even in the dungeon, the monotony of stale bread and water became my only companions aside Wally, and I found myself sinking deeper into despair, but for the few conversations I had with Wally.

I missed my pack, I missed Brad, and I longed for the freedom I had once taken for granted, but it was not too bad listening to Wally talk to me about his children and the things he missed from his old pack.

He was a friendly man, and I found comfort in his friendship.

One morning, as dim light filtered through the small window high above, I was startled by the sound of heavy footsteps approaching my cell. Being the last one on the row, I watched as heads popped out on either side of the dungeon, curious as to where they were about to stop.

The dungeon had been silent for so long that any disturbance was enough to make my