As the metal prison bus roared to life, the low droning hum of the engine mixed with the hushed voices of the vehicle's occupants. While some sat in melancholic silence, others chatted nervously to the others around them.
When the transport sped down the interstate, it attracted curious glances from the passengers of other cars. The bus was painted a dreary grey, matching the somber ambiance of the newly convicted that filled the seats. With thick black letters running along each side, it was a desolate reminder of their final destination.
While time passed, the weather began to grow bleak. The sky turned dark as it filled with clouds, droplets of rain fell to the ground. The sound of soft pitter patters reverberated off the metal roof.
Cameron leisurely leaned against the chilly window. With vacant eyes, his mind was lost in thought as he stared out the window with a sullen expression. Ever since he was caught, all he could do was contemplate the reason for his capture. But, as he followed the series of events in his mind, only a single mistake was found. He trusted someone.
The anger and betrayal still boiled deep within him. His mind raged with thoughts of revenge, fueled by the annoyance at himself for being such a fool. However, with a deep sigh, he knew that he needed to push those feelings aside. With his sentence, he would be spending the next half decade inside a concrete box with dangerous criminals. Before he could consider revenge, he needed to focus on getting out alive.
While he was undoubtedly on edge, on the surface he purposefully kept a calm demeanor. To show even a minuscule sign of fear would mark you as weak. And in prison, the weak become targets. Even though Cameron was at a disadvantage, with both his lack of intimidating appearance or violent inclination, he had something that most of these thick headed criminals lacked. Cleverness. His brain had gotten him this far in life, surely he could outsmart the barbarics of prison culture.
All he needed to do was watch his back, and keep the upper hand. If he lacked brawn, then he would simply make some friends. The first step of his plan was to gain the favor of the toughest looking guy around. And, as luck would have it, he happened to be sitting right next to the man.
Cameron casually tilted his head, glancing at his seatmate with a blasé expression. With heavy lids, he scanned the man up and down before settling on his sharp gaze. He looked the man up and down before settling on his sharp gaze. "So…" Cameron began with a friendly voice. "I guess we'll be here a while. I thought I might as well introduce myself. I'm Cameron," A relaxed grin appeared on his lips.
As the blond went to shake the man's hand, the chain tugged at the others arm. "Ah, sorry." He apologized. "I still need to get used to this." With a lighthearted chuckle, Cameron rubbed at his sore wrist.
@Kuno