<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Catherin 'Kit' Le'bre</span></div><br/><div align="center">(http://img525.imageshack.us/img525/8972/kittykit.jpg)</div><br/>Kit lit up a smoke, inhaling slowly and staring at the ceiling in silence. The canteen was silent. There were two dead bodies. Really. Dead. For sure. One of them had half it's head missing when she had entered and the other one. Well, the other one hadn't been moving when she had entered. To be sure, she had basher her head in using a chair, she had bashed and bashed, she didn't even know how many times, but she was sure, certain that they were both permanently dead. She had put barriers on the first entrance to the canteen, and the other one, well, the other one she was keeping a keen eye to. It was where she had come from. It was her route to safety if someone tried to break through the barred door.<br/><br/>She had no idea what to do if something came through the un-barred door. She hoped she would be fast enough to remove the barriers from the barred one, to escape. She would think of something. She always did. She hadn't yet come across anyone who seemed to be in their senses. If they weren't killing and eating each other, they were babbling incoherently. Was she the only one left in this damned hell hole with her brain intact? Normally she would have valued the solitude, but right now, she wouldn't have minded a little bit of reasonable company. Just so she would have someone to speak to, to figure out what the fuck was going on. It was difficult to get a sense of the situation alone, it could all be in her head, was she the one going mental?<br/><br/>She looked into her pack of cigarettes and a silent groan escaped her lips. "I'll be out of smokes before the day runs out..." She mutters to herself. At least she had managed to scrape together a sort of a meal. She wasn't starving now. What remained, was to get out of this building. By now, she had figured, that either she was going mental, or the government had decided to get rid of the prisoners in some sort of a crazy umbrella type scheme. Either way, she would have to get out, to preserve her sanity.