As Reed walked into the cold bitterness of the FACILITY's hallway, he thought to himself, "This isn't so bad, although I am felling a little nervous, I think its okay."
However, Reed did not hear the sudden shriek and scream that took place as he walked down the dull hallway. Furthermore, the other inmates, scared half to death, begin to gasp at passing objects and paintings on the walls; they were pictures of tortured people. The two guards led the group of inmates to a shower room on the fifth door on the right, soon they were all naked and being washed down by a powerful hose. They were given two pairs of prison uniform, two pairs of pants and two shirts. After lining up at the courtyard in the cold weather and wet around the body, the warden, an old man dressed very formally with a tie and hair combed down stood on the stage and began to speak.
"You have been sent here for a reason. The reason may or may not affect me, but you have been sent here to endure a punishment and to think about your actions. So here are the rules: There are no rules, I do not care if you change or not, but no violating a police officer," he bellowed among the yard, " There will be a change of clothes every two days, and three meals will be prepared for you at your usual eating times. Every day you must report to the office and go to your assigned stations to work. Now get out of my sight!"
Reed and the inmates turned around and into the dark, dimmed cell block to register for their assignments.
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