It wasn’t his first week in purgatory. He’d gotten used to the sparse showers and sparser food. He’d been in purgatory for close to four months, though he’d never bothered to count the days. At first, it hadn’t even occurred to him that knowing the length of time passed would be beneficial, by the time it did occur to him, he’d pulled too many all nighters and had passed out too many times to have an accurate gage on what day it was.
The time didn’t really matter though, not really. It wasn’t like he had any plan on how to get out. He didn't have a countdown clock to tell him when Sam was
'Hey,' someone called out, sounding slightly disgruntled. I turned my head, only to see a guy with short cropped brown hair and a sickly shade of white skin looking at me. 'Shouldn't you be in class?' I asked, palming through my pockets to find my phone. 'Your academic skills will be steadily dropping if you keep that up.'
The boy gave me a sour look and pointed at the vehicle. 'That's my jeep, don't lean on it.' I smiled at him lazily, bemused with his obvious affection for the jeep that had paint peeling off left, right and centre. 'You ran