For the first time we encounter life in this forsaken cave. Worms crawl in the corner of a wall, their shady outlines wriggle within sight.

I want to puke out what I’m eating, but I ache from the hunger. We feed on them raw, biting at them as they twist between our fingers. All of them sate us; it is not mere hunger that drives us. I shiver at the thought.

Thirst we quench with our own waste. The taste of urine brings warmth in the dark.

Another empty day, or what we perceive to be one. Time has lost its way. We lie down on the stone. Cold. We have hardly spoken to one another.