"I'm beat!" Leonard coughed as he laid on the ground and stared at the tall ceiling with a giant chandelier above him with everlasting candles. "It's been a week, and we are still on the fourth floor..." Leonard continued as he sighed with his eyes closed.
With almost a thousand Awakeners that entered the fortieth floor, and didn't bring enough food, they were about to run out of food. Most of them only ate a single bite of bread a day to preserve food. Not to be mentioned, they had to share their food with those who didn't have any food left.
"The longer we are here, the less food we have, but the more we go without resting, the more hungry and tired we will be. Either way, we are fucked, but the real question is, which one we should choose," Louise said as she sat next to Leo and watched everyone take a pinch of bread and share the handful of bread with dozens of people.
