Towards the Unbeatable

Act 73: Life Shackled (2)

"What do you mean Brock?"

The brown-haired, yet neat-looking man replied, "I've been here for about five years."

Danny still doesn't understand why people here are treated like this. Could this be the place where the guilty person should end up here?

"What's Brock's place?"

"A kind of human shelter, here we live but have to follow the rules of our superiors."

"Why is there such a place? I thought this was just for the guilty."

"You're wrong, all of us who are here that means our lives are destined to be in this place."

Danny then remembered vaguely, the reason why he got to this place, "We got kidnapped?"

Brock nodded, "You're not wrong but you're not completely right either, as long as I'm in this place my needs are still met even though I have to stick to them."

Danny hasn't been able to judge what this place is, after all he's completely new here.

"It looks like we've been kidnapped because they want to bring justice to the people outside the city, a place where we'll always be taken care of more precisely."

Danny slightly disagrees with Brock's words, after all, why isn't freedom fully applied here?

"This means we have to live by their rules?"

"You're right, Danny, but those rules aren't the usual rules at all."

"you mean? What kind of rules?"

"You have to do what you can to survive, unless you're a woman, a child or an elderly person" he said.

"So you mean, this is some kind of social divide?"

"Maybe, I haven't been able to judge up there, even though I have a shelter here, I still don't feel comfortable if I have to continue like this."

Hour after hour continued to pass, the cold was still invading. "I actually still don't understand about this problem" said Danny.

"I think this group is holding us hostage, making us miserable maybe even other bad things" said Danny

The man woke up shortly after Danny said that, "Oh you're sleeping? It's two in the morning .. hoaaam ..." Brock yawns, he sleeps next to Danny leaning against the cell wall.

Danny finally gave up because he was already uncomfortable if he had to lean on the wall continues, he began to lay his body on the grounds that he could sleep.

But it turned out that the floor below him he greeted him with the same coldness that he felt milling about at this time.

Brock felt a bit of pity watching Danny continue to squirm because the floor under their bodies was not only a little dirty but also cold.

He decides to hold Danny, bring his body closer so that Danny does not feel cold.

A while later, Danny felt warm because the warm air from Brock radiated until finally Danny felt more comfortable.

In the morning, the sunlight tried to enter the cell room but it seems he was not allowed to enter, the proof is because of the lack of windows here, which is here, make the atmosphere here dim and sausage just as gloomy.

Brock and Danny are still sound asleep, they look like father and son protecting each other, this looks very touching.

A young man, staggering about in tattered clothes and pants, looked like he was heading to the cell where Brock and Danny were being held.

As soon as he arrived, the man was startled by a pair of men clutching each other, apparently one of them had a red face.

"What the hell is"