Prisoners Of War Chapter 28

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Going to the bathroom isn't the easiest thing to do in prison, especially if you are shy. While I'm not a particularly shy person, it still is difficult for me to go with all these people walking back and forth through the hall.I finished as quickly as I could and left my room, heading back down to the TV. I had spent another day working; although I didn't do much work so much as sit there high on heroin. Luckily the guards didn't watch me too long; they just walked through the room every ten or twenty minutes to make sure we were behaving.After that and another lunch that I forced down just for the sake of having food in my stomach I finished off the rest of the heroin and relaxed, which was a strange thing to do in this place. I still was a little high, but could feel it wearing off as I sat down again as far away from everyone else as I could."O'Reily, right?" I was snapped out of my trance and turned around to see McKensie, the guy who served the meals standing behind me. I just nodded. "Come with me."I didn't dare talk back to him, sluggishly getting back up and following him down the hall. Ralph came out of a cell as we passed and came up to me. "Hey O'Reily, how was last night?" He said starting to walk with me."Uh...good." I said nervously glancing at McKensie's back. He glanced back at us, looking Ralph up and down."What's going on?" Ralph whispered.I shrugged. "Don't know."We got to the last table in the hall, and I motioned for Ralph to go, but he didn't pick up on it. There were four people sitting around the table, and one laid back with his legs up on the table. "Who the **** are you?" He asked."That's O'Reily, the guy I told you about yesterday." McKensie said pointing at me. He looked at Ralph. "This guy I don't know. He just followed us."The man took his feet off the table and sat up eyeing Ralph. "You lost?"Ralph coughed. "No, I just didn't realize this was gunna be a private party." He said chuckling.McKensie just rolled his eyes as the man stood up. "I usually know everyone in here, are you new too?"Ralph nodded. "Came a few days before him, was transferred. I'm Austin."The man nodded. "O'Conner, that's O'Brian, O'Donnell and O'Callaghan.""O me O my!" Ralph let out a laugh, then seeing the blank stares of everyone quickly stopped. "I'll just be going now.""Friend of yours?" O'Conner asked after he was gone.I paused, never really thinking about it before. "Yeah, I guess so."O'Conner sat back down taking out a cigarette and lighting up. "So...what's this about?" I asked, trying to sound as calm as possible.McKensie sat down as O'Conner motioned for me to sit. I did as he asked and took a cigarette that was offered. "You're Irish." He said finally. I nodded. "Well as you must already know being in prison isn't exactly the safest thing in the world. It is nice to be with your own kind."I looked around the table slowly taking a drag on the cigarette. "So you want me to join your gang?"The table erupted in laughter. "Gang is such a...

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