story part 2

He woke up in a cold sweat on the stone hard cot they call a bed in jail. He had the same dream every night for the last month. In fact it was one month ago today. One month since he was put in this rat hole, he felt out of place with all these “high class” criminals. He was just a dirty murderer, no malicious plans, no accomplices, no nothing just him acting alone.
He sat up on his “bed”. He was always the last of his three cell mates to get up but that didn’t really matter. They wouldn’t talk to him anyway, they just whispered to each other.
“Jonny you up?” asked the guard
Jonny leaned his head out of the cell. “Yeah, I’m up.”
“Good Dalton and George had been waiting for breakfast for hours.”
Dalton and George stopped whispering while the guard was looking in the cell. They had been reprimanded for whispering before. They knew the punishment and were extra careful about being caught. At least that’s what the other inmates said. Jonny wasn’t sure what the punishment was no was allowed to talk about it or they were punished.
They got to the cafeteria, normal breakfast just like every other of the last 30 days, eggs and sausage. He was walking to sit with his friends and he caught three words from George “Lets tell Jonny.”