Filters

Just as Vanessa had pushed her way to the front, the people who were there to greet people suddenly dispersed. They filtered the crowd into two queues, one toward the left side and the other opposite. Vanessa was shoved by a guard into the queue on the right, where she stumbled into some more prisoners.

She recognised one of them, the same guy who gave her advice a minute ago. "You're too late, going with one of those guys woulda been the least horrifying path in this place." The man pointed down the street, where Vanessa saw multiple prisoners all have their cuffs released and set free into Poopville.

She scrunched her face and clenched her fists, furious. "Are you fucking kidding me!? How was that remotely fair!?" She yelled, flailing her cuffed hands around. "Nothing is fair in this place, it's a total pot luck, you either get lucky or ya don't." The man responded. "How the fuck would you know!?" Vanessa asked, accusing the man of lying.

"Because I was a prisoner here before, I got lucky and went where those guys are going, shaved years off my sentence and I was treated like loyatly. Ain't got the same luck this time round.." He explained, his voice sounded gangster and Southern. "Huh, so what exactly are we walking into?" Vanessa asked the man, hoping to make an ally.

The man huffed, he seemed as though he wanted to be left alone. "Look lady, all I know is the people who go through here come out veeery different, now please can ya lemme make my prayers in peace!" He yelled at her. Vanessa tilted her head up, disgusted by the man's behaviour. If it weren't for the cuffs holding her hands together, the man would have received a slap for good measure.