It had been less time then usual when he woke up in the pitch darkness. Lawrence slowly opened his eyes, his blindness was temporary, the bulls would be in to beat the bull in a moment, he always woke up on time, but this time he woke cause if felt like he fell onto the floor he slept on. Considering he never slept on the steel bed that the prison system insisted him to use. This was different. Sliding his lean body up to his knees as he rested with his jumpsuit tied at his waist, a white shirt on and a pair of issue boots.<br/><br/>Standing slowly Lawrence felt his body shift under him as he stumbled towards what he hoped was a wall. The cool cement smacked his arm shockingly. Leaning on the body of it all, he breathed in the strange air, smells always rushed through him when he was at somewhere new. Following the wall he made sure he was not going to run into another wall by leaving his other arm out in front of him. His eyes were adjusted, but the pitch darkness left nothing to see. He wasn't in his cell, this place was new, not to mention he had moved through at least fifty paces before he felt another wall.<br/><br/>Someone had either broken him out, or at least he was having a weird dream. Dreams always were obvious, this was oddly real.<strong>"Well who the hell got me here huh? I am here and waiting assholes!"</strong>He shouted his words our in the darkness, but heard no rebound, no echo, it was as if the entire area was cement and steel.<em>Where the hell did the put me now?</em>