When I shot the long-haired man, the two men coming with him didn't react immediately. They apparently thought he had shot me, not understanding what the sound of a body falling near them meant.
"Your friend is dead. Do you want to die too, or...?" I asked them, and after being stunned, they ran away instantly.
I stood up and walked to the corpse.
Not one prisoner in the adjoining cells said anything; everyone was minding their own business, which was a good thing to do.
Initially, I wanted to shoot the guy again with his own gun at the spot the bullet entered his brain to create a 'normal' wound; yet seeing the body that seemed to have died two weeks or longer ago, there was nothing normal about it.
I fumbled with his gun and waited for the guards, who would surely come soon. Such a small one was not bad to have, so I had to commit it to my memory.
