18th day of the Month of Earth, Cellblock A, Cell A21

Hollow, damp, eerie. A small window was the only light source in a large cellblock. The cold was starting to bite hard, and the wind whipped up. A few clouds had started to gather in the sky - an ominous sign of a storm approaching. Lizzy had seen this during her time on the streets. It felt like the rain outside was leaking through the walls, mixing with the faint smell of mould. Sometimes she would look at the dripping water and close her eyes, thinking of the ocean and the waves. Death was already standing over her, and the execution will be performed soon. A sudden thought: would they bury her afterwards somewhere in a mass grave or just throw her in the sea?.. No, they wouldn't. She planned to take revenge on those bastards and get out of this dump, and as the days went by, she was waiting for the right moment to strike back..

Lizzy sat up, breathed in and opened her eyes. Her hair are tangled and matted, and she had a smell of sweat and dirt. Her lips dry and chapped, they're covered in blood, but it's not hers; her teeth are sharp as shark's, just enough to leave an unlucky guard without a finger or two.