Samuel

As the gavel slammed down Samuel couldn't hold back the tears any longer. He couldn't believe that he got caught, or that he just got sentenced to fifteen years in prison. Less than twenty-four hours went by before he was transferred to the prison. He was man handled by the guards as they did their inspection, a full cavity search made him feel violated. Before he could enter the prison he was forced to hand over any possessions, and the clothes he wore in which were replaced by the orange of the prison uniform. Two guards walked him through the halls where he had the pleasure of being put into cell block one, with Guest. Samuel was feeling a whirlwind of emotions and was still partially in shock from his whole situation. He looked at the bunk bed in the cell, and then looked at Guest and managed to choke out a soft, and sad sounding sentence "Wh-Which bunk is mine?" His hazel eyes scan the room briefly before landing back on yours making eye contact.