Me, Jack and his dead body were in the narrow corridor. The corridor was as narrow as a sophisticated man's nose because he never poked inside it to make it wider.
Guards were in front of us and since I am sticking to the wall of the corridor like a sticky note with just gibberish on it, away from the fire torch, no one was able to see me.
Heck, if I had stayed quiet they wouldn't have even got to know that someone is here. But Jack had made me angry so I couldn't help but shout like an LGBTQ supporter.
Anyway, the guard standing in front of the other guards was a good man.
Not only did he decide to talk before attacking blindly, he also made sure I got to know whom I should stay away from in this prison.
And no. It wasn't a prisoner I should stay away from. It was a guard named Johnson.
There is always a Johnson in prison. Just like there is always a Chris in Marvel.
