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Another one dead.
How long has it been since I was thrown down here?
The meager scraps of food provided in the beginning are gone and they don't give us more.
The pains of hunger and thirst are unbearable. Most have resorted to drinking the black water.
The first to turn was Herminio.
He was so weak that he couldn't even walk, but then suddenly became mad.
By the time his rampage ended, two were dead. I think we shouldn't drink that dark liquid.
Dear Abelardo has also passed, though he fought until the very end.
The only thing I can do now is honor the bodies and pray that their souls find peace.
Oh Lord, why do you test us so?
