First POV
6 : 30 Am
Buzz!
A long sound rang throughout the prison echoing into every inmate's ears jolting me away the light coming on blinding me in the process.
Sense's returning I quickly jumped up making my bed and orderly rearranging my supplies and personal items making them look presentable no wanting to incur the wrought of the hellish guards
A few minutes later.
Roll call! A guard shouted his voice rippling
Sound of cell being opened their electronic movement cracking. Stepping out I stood at attention, Marcus was a special case he had a medical condition that needed constant surveillance. A nurse usually takes him away in the morning and brings him back in the evening
Most times stayed overnight at the infantry
Everyone shuffled about standing in front of their cell. A guard approached with a baton in his hand you could tell he was trouble a million miles away, with the evil grin on his face and the ever present disdain condensing look in the eyes of almost all the guards here
Bam! He struck an inmate, the inmate cries echoing " why are your personal items disorganized..." He continued his chatter hitting him a few more times
He did the same to a couple more inmates in my cell line before approaching me
Terror gripping me I knew I would get hit if I didn't come up with something.
It was finally my turn!
He approached his gaze ever dark
" Ho ho ho what do we have...here?!" He chuckled sending shiver down my spine
" Morning chief" I buttered out unconsciously my face down
".....you ...are different from the other" his said, his body too close for comfort his breath giving me goosebumps
And he skipped me
Ha!.. exhaled relieved my heart beating against my ribs the adrenaline rush receding.
The dark cloud over the prison didn't look that depressing anymore
I remembered Marcus advice " behave like the prey, once you behave like the little doggy they like you will become boring and they will leave you alone"
Smiling I reentered the cell picking up my toiletries and heading to the bathrooms. Finally after waiting in line for eternity, it was my batch turn We filled into the bathrooms it was open with overhead showers lining the walls.
Bare butt men swaggered around, some men playing with their fellows butt chatting loudly, some their shit bricked up, thick their gaze hungry.....and searching!
Cornering the slim and slender with perky behind at some corners with some not so savory noises ringing out. Most treated it as normal even jeering to the noises of the victims.
I quickly stripped minding my business remembering Marcus warnings
" In the bathroom do not look around, face down mind your business. Wash up quickly and the fuck out". " Try as much as possible to reduce your visibility by making little movement and no noise"
And I did just that, quickly lathering my skin using the little sponge to scrub some corners and intimate parts. Rinsing and wiping my body with the towel wearing my prison uniform heading for the mess hall for breakfast
Getting to the mess hall, I was greeted by a medium length long line " glad I am early" I said I breath of relief escaping my lips
Lining up I waited for my turn to come stepping up I received a still steaming bowl of porridge. Settling down I gobbled it down uncaring of the uneven taste or texture. Hot food was a luxury here
After breakfast it was time for labour I was assigned to plumbing
Our job to replace a few metal pipes close to a desolate part of the prison were little to no guards in sight and security was lax.
12 : 00 pm
Buzz!
Another buzzer rang out signalling lunc time and after that yard time
We were led in the playground a fenced open square field in front of the main prison building
The Yard had another name according to Marcus
The battleground!!
This was were gang formed and fought, group created and of course life's were lost.
He said the prison treated this place like a life action game but with blood and gore
Tension escalats between groups, gangs and races even individuals
....
Find a scanty wooden bleacher in an inconspicuous corner I watched.....like a hawk taking in every movement, every scruff, every body language, politics , trades and even blood debts
Who was being hunted, who was feared. Which group was the strongest, the weakest..... The loudest and of course the silent.
I analyzed all the behavior and action imprinting all in his brain.
I realized brute force wasn't going to help mr heck! He could even get shut or stabbed just right out the door.
He needed to the patient, silent and most of all cunning!
He had to be that fox and for his safety and plan....
He was going to!