Glaring through the dark cell were eyes that were cold and unyielding, watching for any sign of the guards that patrol through the halls. Not that it happened often; it was freezing and no one wanted to be down there if they could help it. who knows how many bodies were littered over the floor, dirty and decayed to the bone. They weren't all criminals...depending on how you defined the word.

There were cells that were divided into sectors according to the penalty for which you were sentenced. Gender had no place here, down in the hold. I, in particular, was given the death sentence. Placed in cell 118, block G-3, with a cell mate whose name I refuse to recall. They had planned an uprising within the cell blocks. That was the most foolish idea that I've ever heard of, claiming to be innocent and wanting to justify everyone else's penalty.

Word had gotten out to the guards not even a night later. they had been put to death, no trial, joined by anyone else who was a cohort of that person. I watched out the window as the floor beneath them dropped.

Their limp lifeless bodies swung lightly fro the gallows...