The Darkness Within – Excerpt 9
I walked over and examined the walls of our prison, for that is what it had surely become. It was just as it had appeared, a solid wall, we were stuck here and for some time, if looks were anything to go by.
There are, as I was made aware, Rescue teams and procedures in place for just such a situation as this. But because of the imminent danger of further collapses, All such attempts were a slow procedure as a matter of course. I estimated at the least we would be trapped at least 3 or more days.
I was fine until our lamps died and everything went pitch black, all my old fears returned to haunt me and in seconds I became a jabbering wreck. After a while, once I had begun to calm down a little, I began to think logically, I had to if I were to survive.
I quickly realised that the main problem would be sustenance, to survive I needed food and drink. I crawled over to Imre and checked him over. His wound had clotted and stopped bleeding, but his breathing was even more shallow and his pulse erratic.
It was then that I made my decision, If you wish to give it a label, call it temporary insanity. I had decided that Imre must die, in order that I might live. There were no other options open to me or so it seemed at the time.
I selected a sharp and heavy rock and proceeded to smash in Imre’s skull. It was a deliberate but necessary act, call it murder if you will but I would call it survival. I have my doubts that Imre would have lasted the night.
(C) Damian Grange 2018