In the narrow prison corridor, the bulbs overhead flickered on and off. It was not because the power supply was insufficient, but purely to keep the inmates from resting properly, leaving them without the energy to cause trouble.
The daily hour of recreation came before dinner. Since lunch provided only a meager meal and dinner was served rather late, most inmates were already starving by then, which effectively prevented them from having enough strength to fight.
A guard rapped the bars with the baton in his hand. Every inmate here understood the code behind the different knocking rhythms. The prisoners in each cell lined up, and two guards came down the stairs at the end of the corridor, unlocking the cell doors one by one and taking them to the recreation yard in groups of four.
Under the "Bill of Rights," prisoners were not allowed to wear handcuffs or shackles during recreation. But Florence Prison was a special case. Class-A security inmates had to wear electronic ankle cuffs capable of delivering shocks even during recreation, to prevent certain inmates with special abilities from suddenly going mad and harming ordinary people.
But judging by the rule that let special-ability inmates exercise alongside ordinary prisoners, Amanda probably wished those special inmates would suddenly go mad and kill all the serial killers here, giving her a legitimate excuse to shoot them. Unfortunately, most people still valued their lives, and Florence Supermax Prison had yet to suffer a large-scale riot.
When it was time for the cell housing the Bandage Killer, the Bandage Killer's bunk was closest to the door, so he should have stood first. But Big Dog shoved him aside with his arm, whistled at him like a thug, and firmly took the first position.
The Bandage Killer stood off to the