Chapter 8: Venting
If they were on the top, it might be easier to break through the roof, assuming the metal wasn't too thick.
But that would expose them immediately to whoever locked them here—and to the natural sunlight. The intense heat would turn the container into an oven, making their situation even more unbearable if they didn't escape soon.
On the other hand, if they were in the middle or at the bottom, the weight of the containers above would complicate any attempt at escape.
In addition, shipping containers were typically stacked side by side, which meant that making a hole in one of them was also not an option.
His eyes scanned the cramped interior of the container, focusing on what little they had: a few half-empty water bottles, scraps of fabric, and some personal items people managed to keep with them.
It wasn't much, but it was better than nothing.
His gaze landed on a small, rusted nail lying in the corner.
Crawling over to it, he picked it up and weighed it in his hand. 'This could be useful,'
He pressed his ear against the metal wall again, listening for any sounds that could give him a clue.