The room was dark, lit dimly by a small light that flickered in the distance. Cages lined up against the walls of the room, pipes leaked foully from the cob-web littered ceiling. Meows of concern and distress choked the rank air.
Felines of miscellaneous species remained deadset in a cringing posture. Each stationed in a companionless prison. Numerous cat's howled with lonely remorse. Some predicted dreadful myth's of the suffering that awaited each feline at the end of the loathsome hallway. Bacteria, a pale solid gray she-cat, dozed in a troublesome station. Of course this wasn't her true name, just the designated term the twolegs called her. Many of the other cats where given new names, but many where still gifted with the knowledge of their true name-sake, unlike Bacteria.
Her cage was dull, flooded with puddles of stained water. Around her neck she bared the silver chains of a heavy leash, which was connected to an anchored moldy wall. Besides Bacteria's cell another tortured cat lay helplessly on the cold stone ground. This cat, was a tom named Grim, he had ruffled black fur that was missing a few clumps from where he itched and licked frantically.
"Bacteria, wake up." Grim pleaded. Bacteria could hear the alarm in his voice as he dragged himself closer to her enclosure. She faked a yawn and lifted her head from her curled position to show her friend that she was awake (And alive). Grim sighed a breath of relief. "I was frightened that you fell asleep for good." He grieved. Bacteria thrust a pretended leer.
"I'm not dead yet, my friend." Bacteria crowed. Grim yanked himself to his aching paws and carefully shook his drenched fur. Purposelessly he gazed around the dungeon, whimpering sporadically at the dreaded sight of decaying cats that lay sickly in their cages. Bacteria didn't move, instead she also examined the other cells, letting out a low growl of irritation. Grim looked over his shoulder at Bacteria and choked out a few mindless words.
"Its today, definitely today." He informed. Bacteria rolled her eyes aimlessly and let out a loud sigh. Grim often came up with foolish plans to attempt to escape from their prison. Almost everyday did he stare at the doors and explain how he would manage to get them out.
"Please Grim, don't speak of this now, let me rest, then we shall speak of how we escape." Bacteria replied. Grim shivered at the mere thought of the Bacteria going to sleep, and not waking up. He cared greatly for the young she-cat, like a sister. He was many moons older then her yet he shared a friendly connection with her, that was why he devoted himself to helping her get out of this dreaded twoleg prison.
"Please don't sleep for long." Grim begged, he gazed nervously around. Bacteria breathed a sigh and waved Grim away with her nimble gray paws. The tom whimpered and crouched in the shadows of his kennel, shifting his fearful orange eyes in panic. Bacteria allowed the darkness of sleep to suffocate her as she rested her head on the freezing cement ground. Grim glanced at her every now and again, just to make sure she was alright. "Don't worry." He mumbled half to himself. "I will get you out Bacteria, and we can live in the forest together. The twolegs wont hurt us anymore."