Passage 3

They killed my friend today. His soul, its gone. The only one that dared talk to me. Gone. They didn't give a reason. A thug down the hall said he was dead because he screwed around with the wrong girl. How the hell do you manage that in prison? Ah well. Sounds like typical humanity to me. I've had it. I've started my own hole in the wall... And been secretly killing guards... stealing the powder from their guns. Fuck this, I'm leaving.