Final Destination - Unknown Location
“Yo, Holt, you’ve got to move the buck bro.” “What are you talking about it’s not ready?” “I know, but the guards are sniffing around I’m telling ya man they’re gonna find it.” “Shit” replies Holt as he looks around the empty walled off recreation yard that consists of only one basketball hoop and a deflated basketball. “Where do you want to take it” says Holt anxiously. “I don’t care where you take it” replies Tig. “I’m not keeping it in my cell no more. It stinks bad!” “Has it started bubbling yet?” “Damn right! It started bubbling yesterday and every time I burp the bag a guard comes sniffing around threatening a lock down and search.” “Ok, be cool. I’ll send somebody to get it today.” Getting frustrated Tig sighs then says “Fine. But if you don’t come get it I’m drinking my share and flushing the rest.” Abruptly Tig turns and walks away calling over his shoulder to Holt as he heads for the door, “I ain’t going to the box for your dumb ass.” After entering the prison Tig lets the heavy metal door slam shut behind him and it creates a loud noise that fills the rec yard then echo’s from wall to wall before dwindling into an eerie silence.
Holt, wearing an orange jump suit runs and kicks the deflated basketball sending it sailing into the fence that looms above the tall concrete walls. The fence ceiling supported by a steel structure connected to the walls casts a shadow onto the ground and onto Holt’s bald head as hundreds of small squares. Feeling more pinned in then ever Holt walks over to one of the walls and leans his back against it. All out of cigarettes he can’t even smoke and as he grows more depressed by the minute he slides down the wall into a sitting position. Trying to figure out what to do with the buck he places his tattooed hands on his head and imagines what the dudes that already paid for the brew would do to him if he didn’t give them any liquor. I knew it was a bad idea to take payments before the buck was done he reminds himself, but he had no choice because he had gambling debts to pay.
Daydreaming about what it is going to be like getting shanked in the back or worse, while in the shower, Holt happens to look up toward the sky. Looking through the holes in the fence he is shocked to see something big hanging in the sky just to the left of the sun. “What the fuck is that” he murmurs to himself aloud as he climbs to his feet. With One hand shielding his eyes from the sun which is high in the azure sky signaling the time is around noon he gazes at the mysterious object. Holt rubs his eyes thinking that he may be smoking too much marijuana then he looks back at the sky. Squinting to see through the holes in the fence to his disbelief he can still make out the object. It’s about a quarter the size of the sun, brownish gray in color and unmoving from his perspective. Is it like nothing he has ever seen before and his mouth drops open as he begins processing the implications of the object.
After staring at it like a crazy man for what seems like eternity Holt takes off one of his tan sandals and throws it at a camera that is positioned in one of the corners. Usually the guards react quickly when the cameras are abused so Holt continues picking his sandal up and hitting the camera with it. After several direct hits no action is taken from the guards and Holt finds this to be very strange. Finally giving up his attempt at signaling the guards he puts his sandal back on his foot. Now thoroughly pissed off he heads for the door to find out what the hell is going on. As he walks a reoccurring thought runs across his mind that keeps asking him was the object there earlier when you first came outside or did it just suddenly appear? As he yanks open the door he is smacked in the face by a blast of cold air and he tells himself no, the object wasn’t there an hour ago or I would have seen it.