01-14-2021, 01:18 AM
The days blurred for Ryker. He pulsed from sick one moment to furious the next. But not even his hatred for this place and these people gave him the energy to put up more than a pathetic fight. Eventually, the fight ran out and he just waited. Maybe something broke. Probably something important, but he didn't care. To breathe was inhaling fire. To drink was to swallow nails. His sole consolation was the isolation. In the larger confinement rooms, he didn't stand a chance.