Time was running out. We were on the move though. Jeff and Crazy Jim were with me, along with big Billy Bob. Billy bob weighed every bit of a Mach trucks engine and he knew it! I'd watch him fight and he wouldn't even throw a punch. He would just fall onto if the inmate instantly shattering ribs like he was snapping crackers in half. A good friend to have, but not too bright. I think his mother vagina fed him instead of breast milk. As for Jeff he was the “brains" and knew how to crack any security code, and was a mental genius, but unfortunately he couldn't kill a fly on the wall, let alone survive much longer without his booty hole being stretched out by big hubba and the horny rapists. Crazy Jim was basically just a lunatic who taunted death and loved him some violence. I watched him chew a man's ear off for asking him “what did you say?" He chewed it off , blood squirted out as Jim shook and ripped like a rabid dog with a squirrel in its mouth. “Get a new one, because these are fucking useless!" Jim then spit it onto the floor before being tackled by the prison “foot ball team" (that's what we called them) Billy Bob had already “silenced" 3 of the 15 working guards on the floor. Crazy Jim took two more out before collecting a set of keys for each of us. The plan was to make it to cellblock 13 (which was death row) and into the lethal injection seat. Security was minimal in that area. Three gaurds at most. We had each taken the uniforms of four of the five dead guards. Billy Bobs uniform was working overtime trying to contain all that blubber love. For the most part the other inmate were sleeping. They had no idea what was going on. For those that did, Crazy Jim had put them into the meat grinder and pizza dough tosser.(as Jim worked in the kitchen) I'm glad I skipped dinner that day. As we came up to death row....
To Be Continued
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