Task; to create an alternate chapter for the book 'Talking in Whisphers'
The truck pulled to a halt, everyone jolting forwards before lurching back against the cold iron benches mounted onto the walls of the truck. Wire ties bound the hands of the prisoners - trussed up like animals awaiting their death. There was a cold, subdued atmosphere of depression and submission; they knew they had met their end, the bitter wind blustered through the tough canvas structure - circled around their feet; almost as if the hounds of hell were already gnawing at their ankles.
Andres looked around himse…