By Rubrpig
The bottom slot of the door opened and a food tray with a sealed plastic glass of orange juice was shoved through and the slot closed. 4798 got up from the bunk and moved over to the tray and picked it up. There was a piece of bread, thin beef stew, boiled carrots and one cookie on the tray. The only utensil was a plastic spork. He ate quickly as he was starving and as soon as he finished the bottom slot clanged open again and he shoved the tray back through. The guards checked the tray and closed the slot.
4798 lay back down on the bunk and just as he did the lights went out in the cell turning the cell pitch black. He lay there in the absolute darkness and listened to the sounds of the prison. The clanging of the food slots, banging on the heavy steel cell doors and the shouts of the heavily armed and protected guards. He finally fell asleep and did not wake up till the lights went on in the morning.
