RobinDenstro
The Overseer
The cold prison walls smelled of moss and decay. Dwindling lights only brightened the area enough to see. Such darkness clouded the hallways, keeping what may lurk in the shadows a mystery. The guards that patrolled the area illuminated their path with lanterns and and flash lights. In such a year of 2062, not many changes were made to lighting technology, it seemed.
The skittering of rats became apparent off in the distance, followed by the sound of a startled prisoner. In mere moments, the trotting of feet could be heard somewhere far off, quickly followed by the sound of gun shots. Did they shoot the rats? Or was the man killed because of his fear of rats? It was hard to tell. All that could be heard from then on was silence. Bitter silence.
* * * *
Kenneth cleared his throat, trying to discover who accompanied him in this infernal cell. Two... no, three. Three others were in the room as well, probably receiving the same sentence of execution as everyone else had received. "Good evening, or morning... or night, depending on what time it truly is." Kenneth stated, trying to start simple conversation to kill the time. "My name is Kenneth Steward, male, twenty-nine. I figure that, perhaps three other gentleman accompany me in this horrible cell. If this is truly the case, I would enjoy hearing about you."
The skittering of rats became apparent off in the distance, followed by the sound of a startled prisoner. In mere moments, the trotting of feet could be heard somewhere far off, quickly followed by the sound of gun shots. Did they shoot the rats? Or was the man killed because of his fear of rats? It was hard to tell. All that could be heard from then on was silence. Bitter silence.
* * * *
Kenneth cleared his throat, trying to discover who accompanied him in this infernal cell. Two... no, three. Three others were in the room as well, probably receiving the same sentence of execution as everyone else had received. "Good evening, or morning... or night, depending on what time it truly is." Kenneth stated, trying to start simple conversation to kill the time. "My name is Kenneth Steward, male, twenty-nine. I figure that, perhaps three other gentleman accompany me in this horrible cell. If this is truly the case, I would enjoy hearing about you."