"It's... raining."
There wasn't any ventilation in that closed boxed room. Not a single window that led to the open skies - they couldn't possibly risk it. And the soundproofed walls threatened to prove her wrong, but she knew. Oh, she knew. She always knew.
"It's coming," she hummed.
She pulled her limbs from wrapping around her torso, her joints feeling oddly stiff - how long had she been in that position? A day or two, probably. Three at best.
Her legs wobbled as she tried to stand up. She fell, giggled, then pushed herself up again. Convinced her feet had firmly planted onto the floor, she began to walk. Right left right left left oops. Blinking twice, she tried again. Right left right left right left there you go.
As expected, she saw the familiar plastic bowl that had graced her otherwise empty floor. The yellow muck that filled it wasn't any different than usual either.
But strangely, it appeared appetizing enough for her at that very moment. Maybe the fact was owed to three days of starvation. And besides, she needed the nutrients for what was bound to conspire. The very thought made her blood boil in excitement. Lust spread throughout her body as she ladled the spoon into the grub.
"They're coming, they're coming."
