Tamria sat in the back corner of her cell. She chose the floor over the thin stale mattress that this prison called a bed. She had lost track of how long she had been here. The days had turned to weeks and after that she had reverted into her own mind. Half eaten meal trays sat in the corner of her room, the food far too preserved to rot. Soft humming sounds escaped her mouth at times, but no one else could get anything else out of her. The others didn't know her name, or what she could do, nothing except that she must be alive because the guards kept feeding her. 

She was daydreaming her way through a forest of fairy-tales when the alarm sounded, startling her awake. She was quick to scamper under the itchy woolen blanket that had been provided. She often found that pretending to be asleep was the best to receive minimal attention from the guards. They would poke her to make sure she was alive and leave her food by the bars, if they chose to feed them that day.
A voice rose above the alarm. It sounded human. Tamria crawled towards the bars, her knees scraping along the concrete floor, her ears ringing and her head spinning. She collapsed against the bars as everything went black.