Midnight
Inside the jail in Jefferson street.
It was the kind of jail where prisoners would be put on hold until further notice of their punishment. Lazarus too was inside one of its cells, waiting for his death sentence to come.
It had been two days since the court gave out its judgement and in those days, Lazarus did not have a twinkle of sleep. He always kept his eyes open since he knew this few moments were the only ones he had.
Did he pity himself? No.
Did he plead to be forgiven? No.
Did he wanted to kill the fucker who put him in this state? YES!
But he didn't have a choice, so Lazarus sat on the ground, counting his last moments. A few times he even revisited old memories and once even thought of what would happen if he could change the past.
"Tap!" "Tap!"
He heard the footsteps of multiple people around the jail which raised his curiosity.
