redbandr
I dragged myself into the canteen for breakfast. It was a dark, murky room filled with dark murky people. It was my sort of place, I had the usual, sat down, and took a long drag from my cigarette.
A torch lit the way through the dark tunnel. Sometimes this wasn't even enough. It was just one torch, and yet it fought so bravely to push away the darkness it lived in. Death was always a better situation. Now everything was gone.