Chapter 1 - CASPAR
The ends and outs of a cracked system is accepting the weight. Nine boys were the core survivors of the prison as early as two a.m. morning time, each of them had duties. Responsibilities that would see them one day achieve freedom of their own.
Caspar duties were laundry from morning to noon. When he first arrived to the prison, his demeanor was on the side of displeasure and combative that the world outside is gone.
A global earthquake scattered mankind and this was the last standing sanctuary that protects them. Caspar has known no other way to exist that wasn’t servitude.
Submitting didn’t mean he was giving in, it meant he was finding different ways to accept finding exits wasn’t in his arsenal anymore, he wasn’t built to last in a world that’s forgotten of him and one he doesn’t truly remember.
Caspar believed change is only a commodity for people who’ve earned it, Warden Trisha imprisoned him under her watch because he was rotten criminal. They were all devious on some level to get them inside of this place.
It is why he is in, why most of the boys are, yet he was quickly aging out of the sector, proving his knowledge would be require somewhere above some time soon.
Evening brawls usually always start the same: someone says something demeaning, a retort, a shoving competition and a brawl would break out. Today was different, today involved a boy he knew.
One of the boys, Goose brought metal into the brawl and that was forbidden. Caspar acted, casting himself as the instigator and culprit.
Goose was fairly young and the punishments Warden Trisha dulls out aren’t for the simple-minded, it would break him on whatever day he’s been in here. Whereas Caspar could do with some peace and quiet.
Goose had no outstanding priars nor did the incident shine brightly on the boy. One day he’ll receive another punishment for his outbursts, speaking of proclamations he should know better than to preach about.
Solitary confinement wasn’t so bad for Caspar, it gave him time to think. If he were found innocent, where would he even go?
Beyond living life as a service worker, he was heading near his thirties, Yolo, who has the most experience from the outside, would know the answer if he framed it right.
