Observation Of Prisons

Travis tried to locate the voice, but the chaos surrounding him made that nearly impossible. The group of prisoners he was supposed to escape with was still screaming at him to come with them, but he needed to find the person screaming his name. He took a step into the chaos, searching for the voice. Prison guards were trying to tackle him, but he dodged them with the little energy that the sun didn’t take earlier. He walked until he found the voice, Mikey’s voice.
“Don’t do anything crazy!” Mikey screamed. Two men with shaved heads were dragging him away. “The cops will find you easier in a group, and no one knows the prison like me. We will discuss a plan.” They dragged him away into the chaos. Mikey was right about the risk of escaping
He stared at the paintings on the floor. I will never hang those up again, I don’t need them, he thought.
A prison guard knocked on his door; it was the same prison guard from the day before. He never knew his name, but he was comfortable enough with the guard to get some information out of him. He stood and walked towards the door, with his hands behind his back. The guard handcuffed him, and they were off to the recreational cages.
Travis only wanted to know one thing, so he decided to ask before it was too late. “I heard there was a group that escaped yesterday, have they been caught?” he asked.
“The cops are close to catching those scumbags; they got the whole city guarded, so I don’t see anyone of them surviving another day,” the prison guard answered.
Travis nodded his head, and didn’t open his mouth again. When they finally arrived at the recreation cages, his heart nearly leaped out of his chest. Mikey was gone. “What happened to the prisoner beside me?” he asked frantically.
“He died yesterday during the riot,” he answered. “We suspect it was done by a white supremacist. There are a lot of those guys running around every