Galaxy: One Against All

Chapter 97. My Familiar

Zachary Bemba was woken from a

deep slumber by the crowing of a

rooster. His eyes abruptly rolled

open, glazed over with the remnants of a dream or rather a

nightmare.

Zachary was first aware of the foul polluted air with a stale fragrance. It was nothing similar to the coolness of the air and its fresh fragrance he'd grown accustomed to in the big city of Alistair of the Tron Empire.

He was lying on an abnormally

small foam which didn't seem to be the same as the king-size bed the TSF provided all it's players. It was

very uncomfortable and hurt his

back when he stirred.

Zachary blinked as his as his eyes adjusted to the dim lighting in the room before propping himself up and orienting himself to the surroundings.

He was in a room with worn out brick walls that had holes in it. Small sewed in ragged curtains hid the shabby small glass window on one side of the cramped chamber-just leaving a shy peek of the dirt filled road beyond. One wooden seat and a roughly made table stood at the