[I]What the hell am I supposed to do with this?[/I]

Prisoner 6663 looked over the poem, or riddle, rather. Was she one of the piggies? Maybe she robbed a bank and escaped in a getaway vehicle...a truck in this case. But she didn't escape, she was caught and was apparently handed a death sentence. Not that she remembers any of it, not even whatever crime she must have committed to end up in such mess. 

The young woman then tucked away the poem and held the screwdriver in her hand with a tight grip. She supposed she could stab someone with it in self defense, and she only hoped she could come to terms with killing another person when the opportunity presented itself. But anything seemed possible amidst an adrenaline-fueled frenzy. Prisoner 6663 pushed forward, tiptoeing through the water on the ground.