"...Are you okay?" Croaky voice, probably from screaming or crying too much. "Yes." Even though she had lost everything but her life, she was okay. Because she was breathing, warm and still alive. Yes, they were the same. They only wanted to live.
White Hell, is a huge prison built on a wasteland that no longer has any buildings left after the earthquake that sunk 70% of the land five years ago. It's a constituent where prisoners with serious crimes are placed in. (Full summary inside)
He was a fallen reporter, who longs for peace than anything else in the world. But it was never granted as his world crumbled away. He had nothing left but the satisfaction of a writer before jumping into the dark and lonely abyss where sinners lie.
I'm a nameless little flower, fragile and weak. I'm desperate to live and so, I will cling to anything, even if it's pain. I will abandon everything just to live. I don't want to die and be forgotten, but deep down I knew I was wiliting. Poem+Story