Camp Overlook

Part 2

      Sabre had just put the envelope into the slot in the wall when the guard banged on the door, opened the view port, and told Sabre to “Cuff Up”. Sabre felt the front of the jumpsuit, and was relieved to feel his harmonica still inside one of the pockets. 

    Sabre walked up to, and turned his back to the door. Sticking his hands through the lower slot in the door, he felt the guard slam the cuffs onto his wrists. 

    “Who did you write,” the guard asked, trying to make small talk.

    “My wife,” Sabre replied, in an annoyed tone.

    The Guard led Sabre to a large open room, on the south wall sat a large tattooing machine, and on the right side, another machine was spitting out a small slip of paper. A man came walking up to the machine, and took the paper out.

    “Cell Block D-12, Number 712085038836. Congratulations, That's the Blasting Block. You get to work with Dynamite. Hardest job down here. Don't blow yourself up, Don't blow anybody else up, and you will do fine. Get those cuffs off him. 12-836, please sit in the chair, put your arm in the slot. I won't lie to you, this is gonna hurt,” The man said. “If you have any items on you, keep 'em hidden at night. The Kapos like to take things. If it's stolen, the guards won't help you, you will have to deal with it on your own,” He finished, working around the machine. He never once looked up at Sabre. 

    After the cuffs were removed, Sabre walked over and sat down at the machine, and stuck his arm into the hole on the side, and the machine rumbled to life. It felt like the machine was going to rip his arm off, despite that Sabre remained silent.

     Before Sabre knew it, he was cuffed again, and was led into the elevator. 

    The ride down took about 30 minutes. When the doors to the elevator opened, Sabre was uncuffed, and shoved out of the elevator into a large crowd of people, and almost slammed into an Officer.

    “What block are you in?” The Officer asked.

    “D-12,” Sabre responded.

    Sabre was led through the crowded tunnels, and eventually into a large, concrete like box, with a giant red D-12 painted above the door. He was led up a set of stairs, and through another metal door.

    “That's your Cot,” The Officer said, pointing to a blood-stained, poor excuse for a cot. It looked more like a set of cloth over a couple of metal poles. 

    Sabre sighed to himself, and sat down on the cot.

    “Do you know how to prime Dynamite?” The Officer asked.

    “Can't say I do,” Sabre responded.

    “Great, You better learn how to quick. Im sure Dion would-” A sudden, distanced bang went off, and the entire place shook.

    “You better get used to that feeling. As I was saying, when Dion gets back from blasting, he will teach you how to fill the walls. Good luck, and don't kill anyone but yourself,” The officer finished, before turning and walking away.