It's a gas - literally

Yesterday afternoon the guys in one of the dorms on my wing got mad over something and started banging on the walls. As the noise escalated, I saw the guards preparing what looked like an invasion force. There was a big gas bazooka and a stockpile of gas canisters. The ruckus went on until the gas was shot in.

A few minutes later I heard that one of the guards had a gas mask that failed and he vomited. Guards were also dragging inmates out of the dorm who had passed out or gotten really sick. We were supposed to be going to dinner, but the chaos had to be cleared first. A few guys out of my dorm were called out to clean the floor in the hall. Even twenty or thirty minutes after the gas was fired tears were rolling down their reddened cheeks.

Dinner was called an hour after the gas and the air was still potent enough to get my eyes watery and my sinuses burning. Coming back into the dorm, a guard joked about going down the hall where the gas still lingered. I turned down his offer.

"You scared?" he asked.

"Sure am. I have no desire at all to be gassed."

"Then don't act up."

"You'll never have problems from me."