"I... I can't take it anymore!" someone shouted, their voice cracking with desperation.
Aziz's eyes snapped to the recruit—a scrawny boy near the door. He was trembling uncontrollably, his face pale and drenched in sweat. The whispers had broken him.
"They're lying! They're lying!" he screamed, his voice shrill. "Let me out! I don't belong here!"
The boy leapt from his bunk, landing on the poisoned floor. He didn't even seem to notice the faint sheen of toxins as he stumbled toward the door, pounding on it with his fists.
"HELP! SOMEBODY HELP ME!" he screamed, his voice hoarse.
"Get back on your bed!" Aziz shouted, but the boy wasn't listening. His pounding grew weaker, his screams fading into shallow gasps. His knees buckled, and he slid down the door, collapsing in a heap.