Alcatraz prison

It was a cold crisp night, I was curled up on the ground shivering half frozen.

The walls were one meter apart from each other.

I decided to get warm in my thin bed.

Sometimes I hear the howls of the locked up ghosts, I slowly drifted off to sleep.

But got woken up by the bright sun in the morning. I heard somebody walking down the hallway, and then a loud SLAP. on the stone cold ground there was a some sort of sloppy mixture.

It was my breakfast I took a taste of it..it tasted like uncooked porridge.