Juno had already been awake when the alarm sounded. It had just been too loud to sleep. So many innocent people had died here, and they were all screaming for help, or mercy, or their families.
She had been softly singing to herself to get through the night. It was all she could do; it's not like they let her keep her mp3 player.
Juno had lived her life so far dutifully avoiding hospitals, nursing homes, or anywhere multitudes of people lost their lives. She didn't know how to deal with being stuck in one of those places. She was afraid that she might
become one of those voices.
"This place is damp and ghostly, I am already gone..." She
sang quietly, waiting for a guard to take her out of her room.