my story part one

kale whipped out his gun but it was to late. he was caught. they had him in cuffs. for ten years after that he waited in prison. three un apetising meals he never ate the meat. he said it looked like cooked mud with plasticin it. but how did he know it wasnt. for years he sat there, waiting for that day to come and it did. they let him free. the first thing he did was run home to see his family. he rang the door bell. all he heard was a scream.

To be contiued.