Winnie rolled over in bed, grey eyes fluttering open and peering from under her mess of wavy blonde hair. “Hello?” her red lips moved, striking against her pale taut skin. She looked around and not seeing or hearing anything yet, she sat up. She’d just gotten her shot the other day, and it usually took a few days before she could make the voices come back and talk to her. She never got to see her friends because of the shot anymore though. Her hands shook a little, nervous when alone. She hurriedly walked to a corner of her room and grabbed her blue uniform, slipping it on and running out of the cabin. Her bare feet slid in a mud puddle and she landed on her bottom, luckily in some grass. She blinked a few times in surprise and then laughed loudly, getting up and running back into her cabin lik an excitedly little girl. She wiped off her feet and put on her socks and boots, running her fingers through her hair and stepping back out again slowly this time. Her wide eyes flitted all around her, taking in the same things she’d seen for the last 4 years, although new faces popped up all the time. She saw a group of other prisoners around a fire, and fingers still twisted around her locks she shuffled over towards them and the warmth. She thought she remembered that she had to help dig ditches today, but she wasn’t sure. Every time she was assigned to that her arms would start to shake and she would give up and get in trouble. She prayed her arms wouldn’t give out on her this time. “Hi!” she said when she approached the fire, thinking her voice sounded timid and small, but was actually really loud and awkward as she looked between the people. She figured most of them were probably on C shift like she was, and she always tried to be friendly with those she had to work beside.