[h2]Jeremiah Beltrán Carlos[/h2]
So, first off, the hoodie kid was definitely on drugs, possibly being force-fed them. Might be from one of those Middle East countries? Second, another lady was showing herself now - French, apparently, and pretty hot. The sort of chick he'd try and get down with if this were normal prison hours- had he tried to do that before? He didn't fuckin' know, there were so many people in this place.

'Yeah, man,' he confirmed for the squirt, 'shit's all kinds of wrong right now. I mean, it's not just the fuckin' guards - where the hell are the other inmates? Why's it just us? Like- [i]¿Qué carajo? ¡Esto es tan jodidamente estúpido![/i]' This was pretty fucking annoying now - or, well, he was painting it like that so it didn't get too creepy. He couldn't be freaked out if he was angry, right?

'[i]Mira, vale, escúchame[/i]- er, listen to me.' Fuck, they didn't know Spanish, probably. Shit. 'Here's what we're gonna do, right? We're gonna go to the cafeteria, see if we can still get brekkie, yeah? Probably we need food, and probably if anyone else is alive, they're gonna head there for food, because they're gonna be hungry too. I know I'm fuckin' hungry, anyway,' he finished off, scratching his stomach. Yeah, that made sense. A bit of something to put them on for a bit. So, cafeteria, that was... that way, yeah.

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