BTW this is not my description of silence I just wrote a story on this topic/word.

The queer silence was sudden.

The suspicion lingered in the air as he walked past the naive inmates. The presence was evidence he had committed a terrible crime.

In a sullen, vile way, he drifted down the long, cool corridor.

A large warden conspicuously stood in the middle of the hall. The thoughts of the inmates swarmed in his mind.

He stayed silent...

Sorting through them, one by one.

Throwing them into an imaginary dustbin.

Overwhelmingly, they continued to come. He couldn’t block them out fast enough. At the speed of light, he had created a conspiracy.

That’s what he was best for.

He grabbed the guard to his right and slammed his head into one of the cell bars. He back kicked the other, who flew into a cell door, knocked out.

He grabbed the keys to the cuffs, from the first guards front pocket, along with an ID card. He got out of the cuffs and escaped from the room filled with thoughts, using the ID card to open the door. He ran as fast as he could, to the laundry room.

Once he was there, he grabbed a wardens outfit and threw it on. His plan was into motion.