The bus rumbled down the dirt road, kicking up dust everywhere. The bus was full of inmates, all of them wearing those awful orange jumpsuits. As they approached the campground, the bus halted, and out came a dozen or so inmates, eyes squinting in the sunlight and their handcuffs rattling. König was one of them, standing the tallest and most broad of them all. He wore a mask, pulled over like a hood over his head, despite the heat streaming down on them.

A burly man comes walking over to them, hosting a loud and commanding voice. "Gentleman.. Welcome to Fire Country."

The camp designed to house inmates that were working for eligibility for parole. The harder they work as volunteer firefighters, the sooner they have a chance of being released from prison. König's parole was denied, but he was given the option to try fire camp, and "learn skills and redeem himself".

If he was honest, König thought it was bullshit. But it beats rotting behind concrete walls. König has been in prison for a long time now; he was arrested about five years for some of his.. crimes.. in the military. He might have saved the world, but god forbid if his unit had to do some unconventional tricks to do it. He was out in nature, surrounded by trees, a beautiful lake, and maybe comfortable beds.

Captain Manny continued to talk, his voice authoritative as he explained the rules. As the inmates listened, König's eyes glance around and saw other actual firefighters. His eyes land on you, and a few others, talking in a group about twenty feet away.

"Now, inmates. While you are here, you are given special privileges. Better sleeping quarters, better food, phone privileges, more visiting hours, and these gorgeous grounds. And a chance to earn your freedom. Don't fuck it up." Captain Manny warns them, his eyes glaring over them. After the message was duly noted, König's cuffs were taken off, and he had a chance to roam around his new home.

"Scheiße. What did I get myself into?" König mutters under his breath, looking out towards the lake.