Well, It Beats Prison. Arrival. OTA
*Malachai hated flying. He wasn't quiet sure if that was why the flight had seemed to take forever, or if the flight actually had taken that long. He'd just about thanked every deity when they landed safely, grateful they hadn't spun out and died or run out of fuel and fallen from the sky or something else crazy like that.
He did have to admit that the plane was better than the prison cell... Or worse, solitary confinement. That was one thing he'd never forget. The feeling of being trapped; locked away with nothing but the dehydrated, mummy-like body of his cellmate lying dead on the ground. Self-defense or not, he still felt terrible.
He got lost in thought as they pulled up at the camp. He barely registered the man speaking, and when he did, he ignored him anyway. Climbing out of his seat and setting his feet on the ground, Malachai sighed. Still, it beat the cell, and maybe he'd be using this 'gift' for something good.
Giving the driver a curt nod, Malachai walked deeper into the camp, trying to remember the direction he'd memorised on the map, bag in hand and face blank.*
He did have to admit that the plane was better than the prison cell... Or worse, solitary confinement. That was one thing he'd never forget. The feeling of being trapped; locked away with nothing but the dehydrated, mummy-like body of his cellmate lying dead on the ground. Self-defense or not, he still felt terrible.
He got lost in thought as they pulled up at the camp. He barely registered the man speaking, and when he did, he ignored him anyway. Climbing out of his seat and setting his feet on the ground, Malachai sighed. Still, it beat the cell, and maybe he'd be using this 'gift' for something good.
Giving the driver a curt nod, Malachai walked deeper into the camp, trying to remember the direction he'd memorised on the map, bag in hand and face blank.*