Number 501 (Needs Editing)

Forming A Plan

I felt my face, critically bruised, possibly even a few bones broken. I ached in pain as I attempted to pull myself off but ended up falling back down. One more time, I pushed off the ground as hard as I could and I was able to make it onto the bed. I was sick of getting beaten down on, I was sick of being at the bottom of the food chain. I really need to change a lot around here. It was hard to sleep through the night but closing my eyes was restful too, even if my entire body felt broken. 304 woke me up in the morning asking about the noise and he could tell by the looks of me that it was Dynam or Reckt's doing. Dynam it was I told him. 

"Is there anything I can do?" He asked me. It was quite kind of him, I didn't feel like getting up. I stared at the concrete ceiling and the stone walls, there was something I needed. I needed the guns from the cafeteria that Dexter had smuggled in for me. But for some reason, I didn't trust 304 all the way right now. So I didn't speak to him about the guns, I didn't speak to him about the plan, I barely spoke to him at all. Though I was probably overthinking things about him being a traitor, I could never be too careful. So even though I horribly regret crawling out of the bed with how bad it hurt, I told him that I could handle everything and he didn't have to worry about it. He seemed a bit disappointed and I think I knew what was going on. It seemed like he felt bad about not wanting to escape with me and now he is just sucking up because maybe, just maybe he was wrong about it and wants to give it a second try. Even if I was right, I needed him to tell me first, because I really didn't want to just start assuming things and then he end up working for Reckt and Dynam. 

"Are you sure you don't need anything? Do you need me to go get your food? Are you hungry? Thirsty? You really shouldn't be walking or doing anything if you feel bad." 304 informed me. He kept just going on about how he wanted to help and he could do this and that. I was kind of getting sick of it. "Okay! I get it!" I yelled and he stopped in his tracks, he didn't speak another word. "Just let me do it! Okay? I don't need your help. Not anymore." I told him. He nodded and made his way out of my cell as I made my way down the hall to the cafeteria. I picked up a tray and got in line with every other single prisoner in the entire prison almost. It took a long while to get to the front but after about a half an hour of non stop pain and stepping forward every few seconds, I made it. Now normally, you would just put your tray up there and they would splash it with whatever guck they had up there. Then you just went and sat down and enjoyed. I was different though, I wasn't coming for food. I put my tray up and the guy there began reaching for a huge spoon of food when I stopped him. Then I whispered, "I'd like the specialty please." 

He looked at me and pretty much checked me out, looked all down me and up me again. Examining me everywhere. 

"Alrighty then." He said casually before looking in every direction to make sure none of the guards were watching. He grabbed a large duffle bag and pointed to the restrooms a few feet away. "Go change, or they'll know something ain't right." He told me. I didn't order any outfits but maybe Dexter knew I wasn't going to get down that hallway with a huge duffle bag and get away with it. I needed a uniform to look official. I took the bag and hurried into the bathroom. 

Upon entry I accidentally bumped shoulders with a guy much bigger than me. "Watch it." He said making me flinch and jump to the side. He laughed at how scared I was and then left. 

The place smelled horrible, I was glad I had never been in here before. The concrete on the walls was all scraped up and covered in blood and crap. That made me want to puke right off the bat. Then to be secure about what I was changing into, I walked into one of the stalls which was worse. It was like the plumbing was just turned off, either that or people just purposely never flushed. I held my breath as much as I could for the longest amount of time as I opened the duffle bag. Laying on top of many assault rifles, pistols, shotguns, was a neatly folded security guard's outfit. I took off each article of clothing of mine and replaced it with what Dexter had placed in the bag for me, then I went out. 

My first thought was how nervous I was. Like seriously, I needed to calm down, I had the outfit, no one was going to recognize me. I just needed to keep my head down and I would be perfectly fine. I knew I would. I just watched my feet as I took each step. It was nice to get out of the broken ragged shoes I had and slip my feet into a nice pair of work boots. They were comfortable. But time flew walking down that hallway, which was odd because usually when you don't like something or are scared and nervous, it lasts forever. This wasn't the case. 

Once to my cell, I piled everything under my bed, all the guns, and the outfit once I got changed out of it which didn't take me very long and there! I was done. Soon after, my heart continued to it's usual beats per minute.

304 entered my cell room not long after and my body still horribly ached and I really didn't feel like doing anything else. My main priority was to lay down and rest before everything went down which I had a guess would be very soon. I climbed into my bed and turned to my side to talk to 304. 

"What's going on?" 304 asked me. 

"Why do you want to know?" I replied.

"Seriously? What happened? You saved my life, yes, I'll give you that but what happened to you? You turned into a psychotic asshole who is led to believe anything anyone ever tells him. What's wrong with you? I followed all your plans, I introduced you to Jaquil, one of the main guys that helped us escape, I escaped with you, I survived with you, I smuggled poison into this prison for you which I don't even know what you're going to use for! I come in and try to help you in any way possible and of course the answer is no. I see you snooping around, talking to guards, paying them! What's going on! I want answers! Are you planning another escape?"