Three minutes into our chow time and I have a little more than half of the inmates with me, but it's not enough. I need at least 90% on board in order for this to work. I get in line for my food and was given a small package from the head cook that I slipped into my underwear. Giving the girl a head nod of acceptance make sure I didn't do anything that would cause the attention of the guards to be focused on me. I get to my table and see that Mother was handed a package as well but stuffed it under her underarm. We sat and ate in silence; when I looked up there was a woman walking behind Mother, I got her attention to make sure she was aware that there may be action. Before she could respond to me, the female swings and connects with the side of her face knocking her unconscious. I grabbed my spork, lunged over the table at the beast of a woman. She landed on her back, I climbed up her, digging my knees into her armpits so she couldn't pull me off or hit me. I didn't want to kill her but I wanted her and everyone else to know that we're not to be messed with. By the time the guards pulled me off of her I was covered in blood. Carried to the hole and thrown in like a child's winter coat. I was holding onto something, looked down and I had her eye; stem and all. (To be continued....)
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