[Night 13] Killer's Wing (Cells)

[number1112]

11-12 woke up, feeling even worse than he had when he'd arrived. He opened his eyes blearily, finding himself back in his cell. Or at least he supposed that's where he was. They probably all looked the same. His arms felt leaden and full of pins and needles as he tried to sit up; his body protested with aches and stiffness and he winced, rubbing his arms and trying to get some good feeling back into them.

More confused than ever, he finally stood up and hesitantly approached his open door, carefully peering out.