He coughed, A splatter of blood flying from his mouth to the already blood stained floor. His blood of course, and whoever else was tortured here in the past. He sat back, the chain around his neck prying deeper into his skin. He couldn't care anymore at this point, he was probably going to die here so there wasn't any reason to fight. He was sore, exhausted, and really needed something to eat. He looked around the 'cell' he was in. It was bare, filled with leaves and dirt and dried blood covering the wall. The cell was below the Grounder camp.