Wendigoon

Each passing day was a grain of sand falling through an hourglass marking our executions.

Our fellows began confessing to crimes they hadn't even committed just to get transferred to Supermax out of state.

The only option left.

Well, that and suicide attempts.

One by one, Kellen escorted her drag guys out of our floor.

Twenty became fifteen, then ten.

Then it was just me and Dante, with Will still in the cell to our left.

Three of us in Kellen, four men waiting for doom.

We sat playing card games in the weeks leading up to it.

It would be one full year for me in that place, but I could swear I'd spend a lifetime in that cell.

I couldn't think, couldn't remember life before.

Couldn't imagine surviving after.

Every day I prayed for a transfer to come in, but North Dakota had gotten sick of our shit.

The judges had stopped hearing cases from him being a prison.

They didn't know there were only three of us left.

nobody knew contacted the media we phoned the governor's office we made a ruckus that was worse than nobody knowing turned out nobody cared

Two, there was nobody higher up at the GCG following the situation, and Kelling couldn't get anybody on the phone.

Payroll, meaning just his paycheck, was being handled by a third-party disbursement company that couldn't answer questions about ongoing proceedings.

The week approached.

A Monday night, nothing happened.