I could already smell the rancid breath hanging heavy in the air and see the thick, putrid ooze seeping from my newly changed cellmate as he loomed near my disgusted fear-twisted face. Despite my current situation, I knew the real fear came from the challenge I would face retrieving the cell door key from his rotting stomach; stolen quietly from the guard and quickly hidden too well during his last outing in the yard, becoming my only means of escape.