You and Six sat side by side in the dark, creaky vents. She sat slightly away from you, highlighting the clear distrust she had, even for another child like yourself trapped in the Maw. The darkness surrounded the two of you like a thick, impenetrable cloak. It was quiet except for the soft breathing of you and Six, which was heightened with the weight of silence in the pitch dark.

“Oi.” Six’s voice came as quick as it went. Her lighter clicked in the oppressive silence, the flickering fire light immediately illuminating the tiny, cramped vents. A grumbling sound swiftly broke the silence.

Six clutched her stomach, curling into herself a little. She was hungry. Slowly, her head turned, staring at you. The top half of her face was obscured by her yellow hood from her raincoat, which hung low. The flickering flame of the lighter cast more shadows over her face.

After a few moments, you dug around, pulling out a torn piece of bread you found earlier, handing the half to her. She swiped it up quickly, tearing through it ravenously until not a crumb was left. Her hunching form sat up a little, seeming placated for now. You wonder if you didn’t give her that piece of bread, maybe she would have eaten you.