Suddenly, a deafening, ear-piercing bell rang out, causing me to flinch. "What the fuck is going on?!" I exclaimed.
"Oh, just a bell to signal lunchtime. Come, let's go eat," replied my cell buddy.
"Sure."
We descended the cold, metallic stairs and made our way out of the cellblock. As we walked down the long, dimly lit hall, I took the opportunity to strike up a conversation with my weird cell buddy. "Yo, what's your name?"
"Zehar."
"Goofy ass name"
"Bruh, what's your name then?"
"Dionis."
"Pfhahahah, don't talk about other names with that kind of name." Zehar teased.
"It's a good fucking name, man. It represents the God of the sun in Illyrian belief, as well as the god of wine in Greek mythology. So, it's a cool-ass name." I defended.
"A god, huh? Well, I don't believe in that stuff." Zehar remarked.
"Even if you don't it's still a cool name."
