I shook my head and turned toward the other prisoners. The cage was tiny. We could barely fit without bumping into each other. One bad bump on the road and we'd all tumble over each other like sacks of grain.
"Ah… I'm fucked…" I muttered, sliding down to sit on the dirty floor like the rest of them.
"Yo, kid," one of the men said. He was bald, powerfully built, with thick arms and a chest like a barrel. Scars crisscrossed his scalp and shoulders. "What's your crime, then?"
"It's… nothing."
"Talkative, aren't you?" the man next to him added. He was slender, with pale, almost sickly skin and sharp, sunken features that made him look like he hadn't eaten properly in weeks.
"We're gonna die…" the older woman to my right muttered, her eyes wide with terror. "Gods, gods, gods… we're gonna die! I just stole a damned bread! A bread!"
