PART TWO- Ch. 12

I’m not sure how long I was out for. All I know is I’m kinda screwed. When I opened my eyes again I was in a jail cell. Dirty brown stones make up the walls and solid white marble roofs me and lies under my feet. I have a small, block-like bed, a window built into the wall over it, and that’s it. My phone is gone, and so is my arm gun. All I have on me is my snow gear from before. Guess even in jail you need to be warm. I look out through the bars of the cell, glancing down the hallway before me. There’s multiple other cells. I can’t exactly see if they’re all occupied or not. Once or twice I hear a cough or the sound of someone moving around. Hard to tell if that’s in a cell or outside. All I can do now is sit on my bed and think.