A stench so thick you have difficulty inhaling it, tortures so exhausting, but even more so when it turns out you are still alive. Life– no, it couldn't be called life. Existence, down there, was nothing that human mind could understand, nor get used to. Funny, to suffer day after day and still scream, still beg.

Where was the rest of the group? Hell knows, AM liked to scatter us around like this every now and then, as long as we felt constant pain, everything was according to his plan.

Ted sat in a large hole of scrap metal, watching with empty gaze the flame of the fire AM had given us, how kind of him...