SORT IT OUT WITH A GREEN CRAYON

Iva gets up with a deep inhale, her eyes wide awake and staring at the wall of her rectangular prison, she furrowed her brows and hurriedly pushed up to a sitting position on the futon beneath her. It was placed on an elevated wad of cement. The room was empty beside that. From the wall she faced, the total steps that could be taken would be about 6 and 3 on her right. Clearly it was a little rectangular prison. The front gate she faced made of iron bars, see through to the outside. She hastened to her feet and looked through the bars, there was nothing but stale smell, dripping water and lit torches on the wall. The wall opposite her was not another row of prisons but a rail which meant the end of the road, she wondered what was down there. It was quiet, she took her head up, across the building was another area obstructed by rails, but a part had broken off. Rooms lined the entire place, with what looked like colored rectangular name plates on the doors, she could see partly the cei