The Compound

“Do you ever think of outside?” Matthew casually asked.

“That’s crazy talk,” Joey said, “There’s nothing but inside.”

“Why is it called inside, if there isn’t an outside?”

Matthew and Joey lived inside the Compound, a large building with no windows or doors leading out.

“What we have here is special,” Joey said, “You’ll let all we’ve got pass you by because you’re daydreaming about some fantasy ‘outside.’”

Matthew had been digging through the wall of his compartment with a spoon. After twenty meters in, he was ready to give up until a small beam of light pierced his dark tunnel.