Irina was rubbing her nose. Something smelled rancid, but she couldn’t figure out what. The stench was making her sinus’s itch, the feeling one gets right before sneezing.  Her eyes watered, and with a rough palm she tried to clear her blurred vision. Irina could feel the goosebumps on her skin. Sitting on the cold cement, and the overall temperature of the room did not help. She worried that she would get sick. Irina sniffed, and tried her hardest not to cry. Mother always hated cry-babies. 

Irina had stared at the phone for a few minutes already. She was in a slight state of shock. The room had no windows, no clocks, she couldn’t tell what day it was or the time. Much less where she was. This had to be some kind of stupid joke, she thought to herself. Right? The pain in her wrist told her otherwise. 

She inspected the cans of soup; Chicken Noodle and Cream of Mushroom. Irina made a face at the cream of mushroom, but didn’t say anything before putting both back in the box. Her mouth was dry, but she didn’t want to waste any water. She would drink later. 
Wasting no time, Irina picked up the mattock. It was heavy, but not really something she wasn’t used to. In fact, she remembered having one of these on the farm with her grandparents. She smiled slightly at the memory, but it soon turned bitter. She had to get out of here. Using the mattock, she started sifting through the piles to trashed objects, hoping to find something of value. Irina coughed, the smell was starting to give her a headache. 

After digging through all the separate piles, Irina put whatever she found(if anything) into the box with her things. Swinging the mattock over her shoulder, Irina approached the door. She pressed an ear up against it, and tried the handle. She didn’t notice that her hands were shaking.