Chicken Support

WRITTEN BY PATIENT #49

It was Patient #24 that started it all. The damn fight between him and patient #71. It was just those two at first, until I realized it escalated further.

In the middle of the shouting match 24 threw cold water into 71's face, instantly creating small ice blocks on that big chin of his.

Everyone laughed. It was always like this whenever somebody got something to their face. The laughs, they came from everywhere. The patients, the staff, the kitchen, even the freaking chickens that were being locked up in the kitchen storage room ready to be slaughtered and consumed.

Patient 71 wasn't gonna have any of it.

Marching into the kitchen and forcing his way through the kitchen staff, he came out with a freshly alive chicken in his hands. We all didn't take it seriously at first, until he spun the chicken and to the point were we could see the chicken's bottom. Pointing the chicken at 24, 71 gave a slight pull of the chicken's neck, whose body squirted out an egg and hitting 24 point blank in the face.

24's face was messy, and he too grabbed a chicken. Soon he and 71 had a egg gun fight going on, eggs shooting from side to side, all of us patients just dodging the poultry products. Security came in as soon as they heard the first dozen eggs hitting the walls and floor like bullets, and both mad men were pulled away from the dining hall.

The two chickens they held before ran around the kitchen, eventually heading to my table. Both of them took turns clucking at me. While I didn't speak chicken, I did hazard a guess.

"It be like that in this place." I tell them. "Don't ask me how or why. It is what it is."