So that's it? I asked Jacob.

We're just supposed to sit here and wait to die?

Jacob slouches in our shared cell,

clicking away on his PS3 controller.

He doesn't look at me. His eyes are glued on the screen. I mean, to be fair,

buddy, what the hell were you doing on death row before the SCP Foundation drafted you?

He chuckles at me. I don't answer him. I just grind my teeth a little and look away.

I just don't get how you're okay just sitting here,

playing some stupid game.

You know these fuckers are going to call us up to send us out to die.

Jacob just looks at me from the corner of his eye.

You were going to go to the chair, man.

This way, they send you out to face some kind of ghost or whatever.

You have a chance of making it out alive.

Besides, you get to hold a gun and shoot it shit.

Jacob looks back to the video game.

I don't know what you're complaining about.

I growl a little bit, then sigh.

Fine.

Sit here and play your ancient console.

I'll get out by myself.

Jacob laughs harder.

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