Post by Deleted on Nov 13, 2014 10:04:37 GMT
PHOENIX, ARIZONA
07:00 -- November 8th, 2014
Penitentiary Jail Cell
Radek Day stood facing the sink in a cell that had become home to him over the course of the last five years. A single bed with a thin sheet and a pillow that provided no comfort at all went well with a mattress which also provided zero comfort. There was a toilet that smelled of sewage on a daily basis and a desk that stood empty in the corner, but no pictures, no books, nothing besides a spot in the middle where he had engraved, “Radek Day was here.”
He turned the tap water on and splashed his face, staring blankly towards where a mirror should have been but instead was only cement wall.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
“Inmate 7956-02, Radek Day. Today, Dayz, so happens to be your lucky day.”
Radek turned the tap off, shook his hands, and turned to the warden. He was a man in his late 60’s, hair already completely gray, overweight, and he had this real sick look to him like that of a patient you might find in a palliative care unit. He wiped the sweat from his forehead with a blue handkerchief and fired Radek a toothless grin.
“Today, the state of Missouri granted you an early Christmas present—“
He pulled out a piece of paper and pushed it through the bars.
“You’ve been granted parole.”
Radek snatched the paper from the warden´s hand. The warden kept on with his conversation, but something Radek had learned over the last five years was how to zone out people that he wasn’t fond of. He turned away from the warden and sat down on the edge of his bed, reading the paper over and over again.
“This—“ Radek looked, but where the warden had stood was now empty, and the door to his cell was open. He stood up from his bed and walked cautiously towards the door. Two guards approached him, and one of them, Billy, who in a way had become a friend inside, smirked at him.
“God darn it, Dayz, you now are a free man.”
Radek smiled at the sound of the words.
Free man.
PHOENIX, ARIZONA
15:00 – November 8th, 2014
Penitentiary Parking lot
The thick steel gates closed behind him, separating him from the life he had grown accustomed to and the one he had to try and familiarize himself with. He zipped up his jacket, adjusted his collar, and stuffed his hands inside his coat pockets. He took in a deep breath: fresh air. He began moving, walking along the sidewalk as the wind picked up. He stopped when he saw someone with a familiar face standing across the street.
“Radek!” The person shouted, waving both arms frantically in the air. “Over here!”
Radek crossed the street and walked up to the person screaming his name. The man went in for an attempted hug, but Radek kept him at distance with his arm.
“Oddball.”
“Long time, no see.” Oddball said with a smirk plastered on his face.
