Humans and anthros alike stuck to themselves, or their groups. The ground floor was crowded, and few people paid attention to him at first. There were two floors to the prison, with cells on either side of the walls of both floors. “Move up skunk.” A loud voice boomed at him, as he walked through the machine for filing, before stepping into general population. He didn’t really mind prison, it kept him housed, fed, and bathed for however long he had to stay this time. He’s been in and out of the legal system since he was a teenager, and his twenties has kept him here. A sea of orange ahead of him, and behind him, moved as one, as he entered the Pike County Correction Facility, his home for the next six months. A loud, industrial buzzing filled Ezra’s ears as he walked through Prisoner Transfers.
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