"So you prepared for the apocalypse as well?" I asked him while letting my eyes wander on the prisoners all over the huge dining room.
"No." Henry deadpanned, and I looked at him with disbelief.
"Then why the fuck are you talking big? Shut it or get a chewing gum in case your mouth is bored." I turned my back to him, not wanting to continue his bullshit.
Henry laughed quietly, and I got angry again. During dinner, I ignored my dog and dug in. My cellmate sat with us like always.
Seeing that Henry would soon be targeted by Gayman gave me immense satisfaction. Now, I wasn't the only one that had a pending confrontation ahead of me. Ha. Serves Henry right.
That I was here, was his fault, so every unfortunate thing happening inside here should be happening to him as well.