(Don't worry about it, I'm also semi-lit, on the edge to becoming literate. I can write literate posts, they just take
forever. >.>)
Rollo hadn't realized before how much she relied on sight, as the light from Sophie's cell, however dim, aloud her to see lots of mutated people. Let's see... Crocodile, Raven, Mamba... She counted mentally to herself how many people she had missed. Rollo knew that if she were to survive this dreadful place, she needed all her senses reliable. Especially her sense of smell. Rollo knew very well that
if her sense of smell were to be weak, some one might as well come over and stab her in the back right then and there. Everything that Rollo could see was tainted an ugly yellow green, more of a puckish color, because of the old dusty light bulbs that probably hadn't been changed since the 1990's.
Rolling to the farthest side of the bed, a thick mat of dust rose into the air, causing her to sneeze. Rollo had expected her usual high-pitch girly sneeze, but a rough, croaky, loud noise surprised her. Uck. I sound like a man. Rollo thought to herself, disgusted.
Giving herself a quick pad-down to get all the dust off of her, Rollo closed her eyes, hoping to get one last bit of sleep before morning came. She was not looking forward to more poking and prodding in the lab(?).