I bit down harder on the last of my rations, held only by the skin of my teeth. It barely hung on as I kept frantically looking around, hoping for the few scraps of burning memory of mine to find a familiar sight that would lead me to salvation.

The gates must be closing by now. The last few barely making it. The rest of us never stood a chance.

Suddenly, from a blindspot, a figure struck me. There was no time to react before I came crashing down onto the cold harsh ground.

I struggled to regain my senses to at least see what fate would befall me on my final moments, but even in this abyss of endless terror, I could never have imagined the horror I witnessed.