The guy fell to the ground, rested his feet when they tried to lead him through the doorways, clung to the concrete walls and the floor with his nails - he did everything not to get to the destination of this "journey." He knew that if they brought him to the end, then again one life would be lost. His own or another, the same stubborn and breaking guy like him. When Lock especially persisted and the warders could not move him, none of them was in a hurry to approach. No wounds on the guy's body slowed down their vigilance. And fear, especially fear...