SPD: David the prisoner

[Pete Boulay]

>The trip took quite sometime, but the prisioners remained KO'ed the entire
>time. When they did finally wake up, they found themselves in cold cells.
>The walls were made of some kind of stone or brick, and were cold to the
>touch. There was a single light in the ceiling, but it was well out of reach.
>Lighting was dim, which made the walled room seem even more imposing. It was
>a windowless confinement, with the exeption of a peep hole in the door that
>permitted the jailers to look in, but not giving the prisioner a good view
>out. While David could hear others, he could not see them.

David stood up and stretched his back, trying to dull the pain he was racked with....and apparently it was only the beginning. He shook the cobwebs from his head.

>Boulay's first sounds that he could hear as the drugs wore off was that of a
>painful scream from far down the hall...

He went up to the door and tried to identify anyone's voice if possible..."Hey...anyone hear me?" He said in not too loud a voice.