Octavia's eyes shot open and revealed four barriers of concrete, connected at every crook to form a perfect equilateral polygon, that were splattered with both aged and raw blood as well as being caulked with several variations of mold and mildew. Her breathing unharmonious, it barricaded her heightened hearing aptness from the recognition of the utmost gurgling noises of the invalid's that surrounded herself. Despite her raucous breaths, a repercussion from the putrid, gut-wrenching aroma of sweltered flesh that collided with death, she still perceived a dictated voice.
