Well. This was great.
I lie. This was not great. The crematoriums were out. Again. Third time this week. I was in cellblock two today, and the smell of corpses was...overwhelming. I was happy for once to have my mask blocking the brunt of it. Someone yelled in cell three. I was torn as to whether to go see what that was all about. If it was another body...I was going to have to march right down to the creamtorium, and start setting crap on fire myself. But if it was...Something like a fight...Well...Technically I had to do something about that...Like shoot people. I don't like shooting people.
I got up from my desk at the end of the hall and trudged down the cellblock, peeking through the narrow window in the steel door. Yes. Fighting. I kinda wished that there were shackes in block two like how there were in block three, because then...Well, Fighting wouldn't be an issue. I threw open the door and walked in there like some kind of...authoritative figure. Which...I was. "No killing eachother. I'm the only one allowed to kill anyone in here." I said irritatedly. The two emaciated guys looked at me. They were fighting over a three day old, half empty, tin of beans. Regulations stated that I had to remove the offending object. "Fine. You wanna fight about eating...No eating...No fighting Right?" I asked, pulling the can off the floor.
They looked at me like I was a murderer. And...Realistically, I was. The probability that either of them would make it through the rest of the week here just went down, just by my removal of the beans. I felt awful for it...I mean... those guys had probably been arrested for food theft in the first place, and now they were worse off than they started. Well, I'd done worse.
I turned on my heels and marched out of the cell without a second glance, as I would have probably surrendered the beans if I had given them a second glance. After slamming the door, I was hit again with the smell of corpses.
I went back to my desk to wait for the next problem to arise, and went ahead and ate the beans. Somewhat stale...But better than not eating at all today...As...well, it technically wasn't my turn to eat today. It was my sister's.
Random Guard #5:
I was sitting. Like I always do. In the guard booth, telling some crazy lady that 'NO. She could not give me an IOU on her internet tax and pick up the doorknob today anyway.' She was pretty upset about it. It was not really my problem.
Then I heard a noise. Like a big old *FOOMP* of something landing. Regulations said I had to go check it out. In case it was sumthin' important. So...I went to check it out.
I trudged through a big stack of boxes and then...there were people in here. There weren't suppoused to be people in here. "YOU ALL. WHAT'CHOO DOIN IN HERE?" I yelled, figuring they were thieves. They were always thieves. I didn't know how they managed to sneak in, but whatever. I'd just drag 'em down to the Prison enterance, and leave 'em to rot or whatever.