I could see what looked like cells. Like as if it was a prison. I roamed around a bit and I noticed that on cell no.34 the door hinges had been ripped of as well as the door. The door that was made of a rusty iron was placed quite far away next to cell no.37. All I could think was: that must have took some doing. I looked around the cell and noticed there was no bed not sink not even a toilet just a room. It was blank. Blanket than a sheet of A4 paper. Not even lined paper. The stuff that the use in primary school for the little ones to paint on. I noticed that there wasn't even a window. Surely this wasn't even hostile for a human to live in. It was unsanitary for starters and the smell. That was something else. I walked around a bit looking in other cells until I came across a much larger room. Like a science lab. It had a control pad with each cell number on it. On one side of the room their was a book. A book that was labelled: the life of me, a diary by... the name looked as if it was scribbled out.
