He woke with a start.
Opened his eyes and stared into pitch darkness.
His iris dilated to allow more light. The cold, damp floor under him jerked him to reality.
The familiar smell of urine was unmistakable. Unit 632.
How long had he passed out? He tried to sit up but a gut wrenching pain sent tingles to his brain from his lower left thigh. He winced and pulled out the hilt of something that felt like a broomstick poking him from where he laid.
He was alive. He didn’t know whether that was good or bad.
The broomstick looked strangely familiar. He’d been in Unit 632 for longer than he could remember now, and he’d never seen any other thing in the cells than prisoners. But immediately the thought ran through his mind, he remembered. Unit
Opened his eyes and stared into pitch darkness.
His iris dilated to allow more light. The cold, damp floor under him jerked him to reality.
The familiar smell of urine was unmistakable. Unit 632.
How long had he passed out? He tried to sit up but a gut wrenching pain sent tingles to his brain from his lower left thigh. He winced and pulled out the hilt of something that felt like a broomstick poking him from where he laid.
He was alive. He didn’t know whether that was good or bad.
The broomstick looked strangely familiar. He’d been in Unit 632 for longer than he could remember now, and he’d never seen any other thing in the cells than prisoners. But immediately the thought ran through his mind, he remembered. Unit