Ezekiel was grateful for the change of scenery. He cringed at the new kid's tazing, but really, there was no other way this could've ended. He rose from his seat, fighting against his fatigue. 

One of the guards took a step towards him - the teenager recognised the man as one of the group that brought him to this facility. They were visibly tense when meeting him, armored to the teeth and weapons at the ready. But the large prisoner was passive and polite, and after a while they even removed some of the restraints, since they were far too short and made him quite uncomfortable. 

The guard beckoned with his hand at the corridor leading to the gym. Ezekiel nodded and slowly fell into line, his hands in his pockets and his eyes on the ground in front of him.