Daniel sat on the floor, his back against the stone wall, head low and mind searching for a plan.
*Shrk~*
Through a metal plate, flatbread and a bowl of water were slid into the prison cell. The kind of bread that looks unappetising, pale and undercooked.
Footsteps of two guards echoed down the corridor as they moved from cell to cell, distributing meal to the prisoners.
Daniel pushed himself up and picked up the plate.
"Ugh… what is this smell?" he muttered as he stared at the water.
It looked murky as though someone had scooped it straight from a dirty river.
Daniel's dry lips parted, and his tongue ached.
I have to…
Dehydration clouded his mind.
*Glug-Glug-Glug*
*Pfff!!!*
"Urgh… Ugh… Ugh~" Daniel gagged and covered his mouth with his palm.
…
*Gasp-Gasp-Gasp*
Enraged, Daniel hurled the wooden bowl onto the floor. It shattered against the stone floor, sending splinters skittering into the corners.
