First month of Spring.

Spiders, cobwebs, dust. The world seemed so bland. Anntia raised her head, ears forward, eyes darting. Her legs felt stiff and hungry clawed at her like a wild animal, though a good amount of food was right next to her. Maybe it wasn't hungry, no, instead it was another feeling. An urge to run away, run free from everything. She was tired of being held up like this. Kicking the door violently, one of the rusted bolts snapped.