Chapter 13: Walking out
There were no footsteps to be heard just the locked upon the steal door. It was enough to catch his attention. He lifted his head with a frown when something was dropped out side the door. Then footsteps could be heard walking away.
Zolf Kimblee sat up and rose from his bed going to the door. Curiosity got the better of him as he pushed upon his door and it opened to the well lit hall way. He looked right and left to find it devoid of guards. All that was there was the light, other doors, and a bundle of clothing upon the floor. He had to wonder what the catch was. Who had just let him out? He was after all supposed to be a dead man.
Still he turned to the wall and slammed his hands into the door frame breaking the wooden block handcuffs keeping his hand separated. Then he picked up the clothes, changed and began to look for an exit. When some one opens a door for you, you might as well take it and kill what ever stands in your way. Besides there was one person in the entire world that he really wanted to see.
Zolf began to wonder, really wonder and grow paranoid when he met no interference; in fact he just walked right on out of the prison, climbed over the wall even with no one around. Certainly there had to be some guards around, but there weren't. This was too easy, way too easy, but it was clear someone wanted him out, some one with power.