"Keep it moving!" Silence. Then a scream. "Another one fallen, number... Uhh, 386" Said A soldier as he checked the Captives tag. Another solider about a meter away checked off a number on a list. The sounds of chains dragging along the ground echoed across the abiss. Always followed by the sound of footsteps and moans. "Clank." The soldier removed 386 from the chain connecting each dying captive. " Thud" He swung around and threw her of the bridge. Meters and meters down. down, down, down, into the illusive water. That is where most die after they collapse. But not me... Not 386.
" Clank, bang" I struggle trying to break free of my chains. No luck. I slowly accept my fate and struggle no more. Sounds of screams still filling my head. Thoughts of hunger in my mind and dreams of freedom flowing through my veins. I close my eyes as I sink deeper. I had already begun to fade away. I'm dead, I mean... I must be. I went for days without food or water in harsh desserts and snow plains to get to a castle. To die!? I wished they killed me when they caught me. My thoughts fade as all my other Senses and functions follow. I'm dead... I must be... I.. I am?
