Chapter 13 – Samson
Kyle lay on his bed, moving his legs back and forth in boredom.
'Man, how long do I have to wait? It's been like three days!'
After their conversation, the guard indicated that Kyle should just wait, and he did just that.
'At least the food isn't bad,' Kyle thought, thinking back to the beautifully seared fish with fresh vegetables. 'Way better than the food in jail.'
As if summoned, Kyle's stomach growled.
'But it's not nearly enough! I'm fucking starving!'
The next moment, Kyle heard the distant door to the prison's complex open, and he turned his head to look over.
After some more gibberish that he heard from a distance, Kyle saw the guard approaching with another man.
The man had long and rough black hair and wore green leather armor.
Kyle slowly got up from his bed and looked at the two expectantly.
"Herlen man zuli fentanyl," the man in green armor said.