my neighbor shouts to no one in particular. “You’re just going to let us starve? What, did the red, white, and blue finally run out of flow or something? Just gonna’ leave me here to rot?” The guy next door always did have a loud mouth. My stomach rumbles as I lie on my hard bed and stare up at the gray ceiling. Where is everyone? The schedule in here is clockwork. No deviations. But no one on D block has seen a single guard in three days, not since they brought dinner four nights ago. Guards don’t simply disappear. Something’s wrong. 42°6′20.1″N 71°17′23.9″W Five days. We’ve all had to dig into our stock piles of hidden food. Some of us will be good for a week, some us for only a few days. The hunger makes the violence and vile words grow worse. Today we heard shots being fired somewhere out in the direction of GP. Even more shots out toward Medical. I didn’t think they were going to end when I heard them out toward Death Row. 42°6′20.1″N 71°17′23.9″W Eighteen days now.
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