Futuristic Deep Space Prison.

[The Forgotten Host]

An alarm blared, waking every inmates from their sleep. This was followed by an announcement that every person behind bars had memorized thoroughly up till this point. "Attention all inmates, report to the mess hall for your scheduled meal. Failure to arrive will incur stage one penalty." The announcement was repeated three times in case one of the inmates hadn't heard it. The cell doors swung open with a guard waiting for every two inmates for each cell. All have a pulse batons that are more than enough to overpower you. Your bed is cold and you are very hungry.

 

[aqua27036]

The threat of a stage one penalty didn't phase her. She had seen worse and even felt worse since she arrived on this forsaken heap of space trash. Long strands of messy brown hair covered her face and hid the glare she directed at the guards. With a slight huff, she pushed herself out of bed and out through the door. After all, sitting there cold was irritating and an empty stoumach would not do her any good if she ever had a chance to escape.