The cold corridor smelt like old cigarettes and sewage. A series of cells were lined against the stony walls while the light was so minimal that it was almost impossible to see. The prisoners inside the cells were uncharacteristically quiet, doing their own thing. Some were lying on their back, sleeping while others were mindlessly walking around their cells. A few of them had multiple inmates who were either silent or busy catering to their cell leader.
Each cell had a leader or rather a person who was able to bully others into submission. They were the most dangerous ones, involved in illegal activities even within the prison walls. It was not uncommon for them to procure drugs and money from outside. Many of the guards were also involved with their businesses, turning a blind eye to the illegal activities within the confinements of prison.
The silence was shattered by the sound of loud footsteps which were echoing through the prison.
