Characters: Zach
Setting: B Block, evening
The elevator was curious. More curious than the shackles (since those were hardly new) and the blindfold (new, but utterly unsurprising). After being dumped in it, holding a duffel bag and right his glasses, Zach wondered when the last time he'd actually been in an elevator was. The answer came easily. Two years, twenty-six days, and possibly four and a half hours. Depending on what time of day it was. It had been in the district attorney's office. Away from his meeting with the DA after agreeing to a plea bargin. How time flew.
The doors opened to an empty room, no bars, nothing that resembled the supermax prison he'd apparently left behind. His steps were reasonably measured, walking without any sense of worry or concern. It was logical to see the way the doors outside the room he'd first arrived in numbered up and correlated to the number on the key he'd also been given. And from what he could gather, room 35 wasn't far from his origination point.
For a long moment though he stood, staring at the oversized garden in front of him. There was nothing like this at his prison, though he'd spent more time in a box alone than out in the open. Maybe there was. It wasn't about to earn privileges to see it any time soon. It was probably for the best he'd arrived as the sun was starting to sink below the walls as well, what with being outside. That wasn't a place he saw often either, and the sun might have been too much. More than likely would have been. He didn't want to admit it but there was no avoiding it.
Curiouser and curiouser Alice. Down the rabbit hole and back again.
Letting himself into his room, or what he assumed was his when he saw it, he actually looked impressed, though there was no one there to see it. He didn't turn on the lights, not entirely needing them, but set his things down and looked around. The computer, another delight that didn't show on his features, was blinking and it only took a moment to read the message and process it, but just for the sake of it Zach read it twice more. He didn't need to. It was burned in his memory, but nonetheless, he read it twice more still.
Setting his bag down he sat at the desk for a moment, surprised to have a real seat, a real bed. This was definitely new.