Becca slowly awakened, she opened her eyes slightly and yawned. She laid facing the ceiling for a while, tired and comfortable not ready to fully wake up. 
Eventually she rose and sat facing the wall opposite her, her legs dangling off the side barely touching the ground beneath her. 
Then she realised. For a moment she looked around for any guards or workers.
Nothing.
"Are you thinking of a DIY execution?" She proudly said in a loud sarcastic tone, "Because that isn't what was on the brochure!"
She jumped off the bed, straightened herself up and yawned again, walking towards her now opened room door. 
As she approached the door way she poked her head out looking left and right to see if anyone was there to 'surprise' attack her, nothing.
She took a small step out of the door way and into the hall and stood there thinking if this really was a 'do it yourself' killing.
As she got deeper into her thoughts she started to shiver and imagine what death is and what's going to happen to her after.