"What...in the fuck?" Matthew seethed. His mood was lethal.
Suddenly there were people everywhere, shouting. Asking questions. Bothering him in general.
He squeezed his fists together tightly, like his brother used to show him.
Count to ten, he'd say in his best shrink voice, in his best shrink suit. Looking down on the rest of the family, with his 'better than thou' tone and shitty advice.
He missed him. Which only made him more irritable.
"Matthew," He said. He looked the girl up and down. She was tatted, like him.
Cute, he thought.
She'll have trouble around here, looking like that. As for the other guy, he had no patience for him at the moment. His blood was boiling as it is.
"There's no fuckin' food," He shook his head. "There must be crops or somethin'," He said hopefully.
Anything would do.
Just then the rest of the prisoners were drearily filing in, looking around and talking loudly to each other.
He was
not going to stick around and be the bearer of bad news.
He walked past the others swiftly, his
working boots scuffing the linoleum.
The night was falling fast, and apparently the food situation would have to wait.
There were boundaries to be made.
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The lower and middle white supremacists took the east wing of this particular building, most of the black middle class in the west, the middle just-plain-whites took the area nearest to the doors(Matthew's area), and varies races of hardcore thugs took the cafeteria, dragging beds by their frames, the metal scraping waking him up every so often.
"What's wrong with the rooms?" He asked his friend James, who he had known from Boston.
He shrugged his shoulders, his tattoos flexing, "Cafeteria's bigger. I don't fuckin' know. Just have to be with the gang, ya know? Me, personally, would rather be in the female's building," He laughed, lifting up his bed.
"You be good now, ya hear, Matty?" He said, ruffling his hair. "I'll look out for you, just like I told your momma I would."
"Thanks bruh," He said sadly.
Matthew fell asleep sprawled on top of the thin, cheap blanket that came on the bed.
His dreams were of his family and homemade chicken Alfredo.