The bone was holding up much better than I thought, and I still had nine fingers to go. I was determined to break free from this prison, no matter the cost. I had been stuck here for weeks, with no sign of anyone coming to my rescue.
I was beginning to lose hope, until I stumbled upon a bone in the corner of the cell. I figured it was my only chance, so I started chipping away at the concrete around the door with the bone.
Hours passed, and I had made some progress, but I was still far from freeing myself. Suddenly, I heard a loud noise coming from outside the cell. I stopped chipping away and listened closely.
It was a low, raspy voice, and it seemed to be coming from the other side of the door. I couldn’t make out what it was saying, but I knew it was warning me to stay put.
I was scared, but I kept chipping away. I had to get out of this prison. Finally, I managed to break through the concrete. I opened the door and stepped out, but to my horror, I saw a figure standing in the shadows.
It was a tall, skeletal figure, and it was staring right at me. I screamed in terror and ran away as fast as I could. I never looked back, and I never found out who or what that figure was. All I know is that I was lucky to escape with my life.