Now, he was finally at the prison’s entrance. The signs upon the chain link fence showed that Josiah was not the first to express a desire in entering the prison, for both Mother Nature and brute force had worn the chain link fence into a guard no more effective than if it had been made of silly putty.
Josiah made his way into the prison without much difficulty and began to pace the cells, Zor, his pet rat tucked neatly into his pants pocket, where only his small white head could be seen. Josiah scratched his companion’s head as he walked, stopping occasionally to view a cell, some of which had writing upon them. Various vulgar messages were written upon the walls, other messages showed signs that their authors had lost sanity. Josiah reached out to trace the words with one dark finger, intrigued by the habits of imprisoning that humans had used.