Chris watched open mouthed as the doors opened, the announcement had caught him off guard, but this was wonderful. A sick smile wove it's way across his face as the captain of the guards turned away to deal with other inmates, something he hadn't expected.

"I will eat my fill! I will gorge myself on their insides!" He shouted and continued to do but at a much lower volume as he jumped at a guard, his knee pointing at his face, the other leg and arms pointed back. The guard, who had his back turned, crumpled as the knee connected to his back. Chris, catching the glint of something pulled it out, he began to laugh hysterically. The guard turned and shot at him and the bullet scraped his stomach. Chris who felt nothing plunged the knife into the guards brain. Jerking the blade he pulled it out and repeated until the guards head was opened for all to see, he thought of taking the brain but remembered the taste and decided he'd go for something tastier.

Plunging the knife into the guards chest Chris began working on the ribcage, trying to get it out of the way so he could get to the heart. Normally he took the liver first, but the heart was a symbol. Cursing he jabbed the knife into the diaphragm and went into the guards chest cavity from underneath. He grabbed the heart, and cut off the arteries, pulling it out he held it above his face. the blood dripped onto his face as his mouth opened wide enough to swallow the heart whole.

Still chewing on the heart Chris began working on the liver, momentarily glancing over he saw the girl who would scream every so often taking a guards gun. Ripping out the liver he walked slowly towards her, he like people with black hair, especially hair like his fathers. Standing near her he watched from the inside of a bloodied cell and swallowing the heart he began on the liver, like popcorn at the movies.

Sammie could feel someones eyes on her, watching her. She turned around to one side of her, holding the gun up. She couldnt trust anyone in here, they were all as crazy if not more so than herself. She let out a small gasp of shock to see a man standing close beside her covered in blood and with an some body part in his hand which he seemed to be eating. A look of slight discust flashed across her face at the thought of someone eating someone else.

She looked behind them and saw the body of a guard which was obviously the owner of the organ in this mans hand. She covered her mouth with her hand that wasnt holding onto the gun to stop herself from screaming out in shock. She had never seen someone do that to a human body before and then just stand there and calmly eat it. The thought disturbed her slightly.

Sammantha then realised that she shouldnt be the one to judge what this man was doing, it was no more strange than most of the nightmares she endured each night. Plus she had probably drove everybody crazy with her screaming for however long she had been in this place. This place hopfully she would soon be free of.

She kept the gun raised unsure if this man was going to try and hurt her or not. He was looking at her with some kind of amused expression. The look made her feel uneasy as she looked back at him, not lowering the gun although she knew she would only use it if she needed to. "What?" she said to the man in a slightly croaky voice from all the screaming she had done.

Asar had made his way into the food court which was overrun with inmates trying to find something sharp. A weapon of any sort to defend themselves. This amused Asara for a bit and distracted him. "Whatwasidoing?" he asked looking around confused. Then the sudden urge to devour sugar entered his brain again. It didn't remind him that he was going after the sugar, it only registered as the next thing he should do. Asara jumped on top of a table, and jumped form table to table until he made his way to the counter on wheels. Its what the food was held on before they served it. He jumped over it and rolled into the kitchen, a place where he always wanted to go. It seemed like a bright room filled with interesting things whenever he passed by while getting his lunch.

He stood and looked around the bright lit room with amazement. He walked over to a table with a body laid across it. It had a nice in its chest and was missing its head and right hand. "wowmust'vemadesomeonereallyangryeh?" he said chuckling to himself. He pulled the knife out and remember in a action movie, where the villain would like the blood of of his blade and enjoy it. This always made Asara wonder what blood tasted like. He always thought it was like cherry juice or something. He held the blade to his mouth and licked the side, making sure not to lick the blade itself. He let the taste sit in his mouth for a bit, but made a sour face afterward. "Tastelikesaltandvinegar" he said tucking the knife in his pocket.

Asara looked around at some of the other stuff in the room. Pots and pans, but nothing all to interesting. Then the urge to eat sugar entered his mind again. He began to open cabinets left and right in search of sugar. He opened one cabinet and there it was. Bags and bags of it. He grabbed one, ripped it open, and began to swallow the sugar as if he were drinking water. Soon the bag was empty, and his face was covered in it. He opened another bag and repeated the process for 2 more bags.

Then Asara heard someone come into the kitchen. He dived under the table quickly before they saw him. It was a guard, scared and distraught. "Back up, i need backup. I'm held in the kitchen, help me please!" the man shouted/whispered into his walkie talkie. Asara smiled while he grabbed the knife. "irememberthisfromkillbill" he whispered to himself. When the man had his back turned to the table, Asara slashed both of his Achilles(sp?) tendons, and chuckled as the man hit the floor with a loud thud. He jumped onto of him, and chuckled a little more. "Iwannaplayoperation! Iwannaplayoperation!" He shouted as he stab the man in his chest, repeatedly.

When the guard finally fell limp, Asara poked him a few times and shruged. "Itstimetobegin" he said as he slashed down the guards shirt, leaving his bare chest with stab wounds out. He stabbed the knife into the body deep, and begin to hack his way down. After awhile of doing this and opened the mans torso and began to grab his insides and pull them out. "Don'tworry. Imadoctor" he said as he slowly emptied the mans body. Asara grew bored of playing "operation" and looked around the room. He spotted the sugar, and walked over to the cabinet once more and grabbed a bag. He looked down at his clothes and realized he was covered in blood, and couldn't remember where it came from. He opened the bag and guzzled it down like the rest as he walked out of the kitchen, back into the madness in the food court.

I Zane back in control, take a cloth strip from my pocket and wring it around a guards neck. Once he is dead I take his 2 handguns and 2 spare clips. Removing the safetys from both I make my way down the hallway shooting 3 guards. After a short time I come across the security room of the building. Kicking my way inside I shoot the 2 guards. The were readying bigger guns. I take their Uzi and the AK47. I also find a flare and a stick of dynamite. Now I can blow my way outta here once on the ground floor.

Chris watched the woman intently, he didn't know this sudden fascination came over him, but it did. He'd even forgotten about the blood soaked meal he so desperately fought for.

"What?" Asked the girl, startling Chris, he hadn't really noticed she'd noticed him there.

"What?" Hmmmm..... What? I wonder..." He pondered aloud, unsure of what was happening, behind him everything seemed quiet. Waiting for a minute or so he sucked some blood from the liver and was quiet again. "I suppose, I was interested. Don't know why, wonder why, but I don't know." Chris said without warning, he then returned to his liver and remained quiet as he walked back into a cell wondering where to go.

"The cafeteria is probably overrun, gassing chambers may not be guarded.... Hmmmm, I wonder." repeated Chris over and over as he slowly chipped away at his food. "Maybe the guard house!" He exclaimed and scratched his head, it was all so confusing to him. Suddenly there were screams again, he remembered that there was a in a sense, a civil war taking place. Being taken back to reality so quickly Chris didn't have time to react to a guard pressing him against the wall. Looking at the girl Chris was confused, here she was, with a gun, and not killing anyone, what was she, insane.

I Zane looking for a way down come across a man eating a liver and a girl on the floor with a gun. I watch as a guard jacks the liver guy up on the wall. Using the Uzi I blow the guards head off. I figure the man may be able to help me exact revenge on that girl. Besides It may be fun to have a gang of crazy assholes like myself. "Wanna get outta here? I can get you out. I wanna form a group of us that can exact revenge on the world. So far its just me and Trice. Wanna join?" I ask the man.

Sammatha had just been about to fire her gun at the guard when another man blew the guys head off. Wow impressive Sammie thought to herself. Then she heard him talk about getting out of here as she took a few steps closer to the two guys, her gun still ready to fire at any moment. "Hey, think you could get me out as well?" She asked him seriously as she rubbed her eyes, still exhausted.

While she was waiting for his response a guard came up behind her, she heard him as she turned around and her finger tightened on the trigger, firing it 3 times into the guards chest and 2 bullets into the wall behind him. Sammie smiled to herself, it was getting easier and easier to kill each time. And killing people seemed to distract her mind enough that she wasnt thinking about her need for sleep or the nightmares. Laughing softly at the idea that killing was her equivalant to coffee as she turned back to face the two men.

I cannot help but smile as the girl kills a guard. "I wasn't sure if you would use that thing. Of course you may join me. I have a stick of dynamite and a flare to light it. All we need to do is find our way down to the ground floor picking up new people along the way." I let the other two know of my plan and start collecting people for my group. Maybe I should start thinking of a name for the group. Then I see a guard aim his gun at the girl. Using the Uzi I shoot the man with a single bullet.

Asara could feel the sugar kicking in as he began to breath heavily. His talking became almost not understandable at all. He jumped up on the counter with wheels and looked around the room. Chaos was what looked back. Guards were being mutilated as the inmates ran rampant. "Maybesomeoftheseguysshouldstayinhere?" he asked himself, tucking the knife away into his pocket. He looked at one of the entrances to the Cafe and saw a bunch of guards burst through the doors. Each with a big gun locked and loaded. "Whoa..." Asara said practically speechless. He back flipped off the counter and hid behind it, as the guards opened fire. The cries of inmates could be heard throughout the nearby floors in the building. Asar peeked out and pointed his finger at a guard. "You'llnevertakemealivecopper!" He shouted, and he took off out one of the exits on the other side of cafe.

Asara burst through the door, and looked around to see death. The song "Bodies" by drowning pool began to play in Asara's head. "Wait, iwanteveryonetohearmysong!" he shouted and ran down the hallway, jumping over bodies, and dodging random inmates. After some time, he made his way to a room with a lot of buttons. "guessthisistheplace" he said to himself. He went inside and saw a few dead guards riddled with bullet holes. "Sonowtheinmateshaveguns. Thatsa nogood" he said to himself. Asara walked over to the console and pressed the intercom button. "Testingtestingonetwotesting" He said talking into it. While doing that he hopped on a nearby computer, went to youtube, and found the song. He turned the volume all the way up and put the microphone near the computers speakers. "Noweveryonewillhearthesong" He shouted to himself.

The console also had a bunch of screens on it. On one of the screens was a girl holding a gun, and a guard roughing up a inmate. seconds later another inmate blasted the guards head off. "Headshot!" Asara shouted as he watched.

Chris was staring wide eyed at the corpse leaning against him, he licked the blood off of his face and continued on what little of the liver was left. Blood dripped into his eyes as he listened to the gunman's proposition.

"Sure?" he asked more than answered, when he heard the woman fire the gun he looked at her. "So she isn't insane?" Chris asked himself thoroughly confusing himself. "If you're here, you're insane, but if you fight you're not insane." He sighed then looked back at the gunman, "Fine, gas chambers next?" he asked thinking if anything they could take out a lot of guards at once if he wanted too.

The sudden fire of the Uzi caught Chris off guard, "Stop shooting that damned thing! You'll get every fucking guard after us!" He shouted, living in the asylum for almost eight years he knew what to expect. Taking a final chomp at the liver he pulled a kidney from his pocket and began to suck on it.

“I am not insane!” She said slightly defensively. “And what have you got a whole body stuffed in your pockets?” She asked laughing as he brought out a kidney from his pocket.

Sammantha then walked over to the dead guard who had his head blow off and bent down and picked up his gun and put it in her pocket. She was begining to really enjoy herself.

Sammie let out a scream as the Uzi went off and she turned around to see another dead guard on the ground. “Thanks” she said turning to the other man. She really needed to get her screaming under control she thought to herself. “Where are the gas chambers?” she asked as she waited for either of the guys to lead the way as she had no idea of the plans of the buildings or the layout.

I smile. "Don't mention it. We gotta stick together" I say to the girl. Then I turn to the guy "Killing the guards was the general idea. I suppose the gas chamber could work. I haven't been here long so I don't know my way around here. I've been here even shorter though thanks to Magix. Little bastard. I guess we should go then." I move the AK47 hanging from a strap and remove a handgun from my pocket. I hold it out to the man "here you may wanna take this. The names Zane by the way."

"Name?" asked the asked the nurse.
The girl in her early twenties stared off toward the ceiling of the hospital. Her eyes leveled with the man's in front of her. She didn't trust him, he watched her too closely.
"She doesn't talk," replied the officer sitting in the chair across the room, "No ID, nearly frozen when we found her... I was concerned about our Jane Doe here, so I thought I'd stay and see if she'd open up to me at all...."
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The memory faded quickly as the sound of electric buzzing, crackling voices, gun shots and screams filled the air.

"Jane Doe" found herself in a dark room with no windows. She knew it was bright out... or at least brighter than this, but it was so dark here. She began to cry uncontrollably. She wasn't mute. She had a voice. It was just usually lost or they would not allow her to use it. She wanted to see the nice man again, to see any friendly face in this place of darkness and pain. Maybe if she had trusted him, the others wouldn't have sent her here...

They controlled her, told her what she needed to know. They said this place wasn't safe and that her friends, the people others took for granted, would be forced to hurt her here. She was told that she had to get away, that she needed to run. But she couldn't she was too frightened by the noise, all she could do was cry. Balling herself up on the floor of her cell, she cried loudly to try and drown them out.

Syn ran to them. The girl, who had held the gun without killing anyone. “STOP!” she screamed. Her screeches were as loud as any glass scratching against one another. Bending down, and breathing heavily, she looked up to the girl and this “Zane” man. “You’re going the wrong way. If you want to escape ALIVE, you must follow me.” She awaited for responses, but in which of no time, a guard with a very large of black shotgun, aimed it at the girl’s head. “NO!” Syn screamed. Taking the two 9mm pistols she always kept with her, she fired them both one after another.

The guard fell to the cold ground below. Blood pouring from the man’s head. The blood oozed into the cracks of the tiles of the floor. “Careful,” she spoke softly, “Cannibal Chris over there seems to get in the way of things.” She turned her heel, and looked back at them, “Well?” she beckoned, “Are you two just going to stand there and die, or are you going to escape this fucking prison?!”

Her expression was so stern, it made her delicate face turn ice cold. She eyed them both, wanting nothing, but to kill them. Control yourself, she thought. You don’t need to kill every human you see. Remember, you’re here to help them....not harm them.

I turn to the new woman. Who she was I didn't know. I thought for a minute before responding. Then she killed one of the guards. It seemed she could also be a valuable member to the group. Then it dawned on me. Even if we're outta the building the gates could stop us. I have to save the dynamite for then. "Then lead the way miss. I would love to have you as part of my new group I'm forming if you wish to join."

"What am I a bloody target" Sammie said as some more guards tried to shoot her and she turned around and shot them, watching the blood pour out of the holes in their chests. A smile spreading across her face as she looked for someone else to shoot but saw no one. Frustrated she turned around to the girl who had just approached them. "How do you know we are going the wrong way?" She askedas a sudden wave of tiredess hit her and she swayed slightly on her feet before regaining her ballance. When they got away from here she was going to have to do something about getting some sleep, even if it meant dealing with the nightmares.

Even though she had her doubts about this new girl who had run up to them she decided that since neither of the other two guy seemed to know how to get down to the ground floor that she was probably better off following this girl. Turning around where she was she began to follow her. Turning back to make sure the guys were following her as well.

She put her hands behind her head. "Fine," she spoke, "if you want to get your fucking head blown off inside the Desk Room, be my guest." She knew this place well. She'd been here for months at a time, listening to the voices and the muffles from what she THOUGHT she heard. She'd escape a few times, but was caught, misrably. "But, if you want to live, you may as well follow."

And she took off, leading them to the left hallway. The one hallway where the ceiling failed to stay together. Since it was musted, and old, she had found a passage way to the main roof, where a ladder was connected to the side-line of the building. It was a long way down, and the ladder was very rusty, but she knew they would manage. She finally stopped before the entrance to the ceiling. Nothing, but piled ceiling cave-in's. "Before we go any further," she began, "I'll have to know some information. Who are you? And why are you here?" Her breathing was rapid, and she looked at them with such...vengeance in her eyes.

After putting the gun into Chris' hand I began to follow them. Taking the AK47 I shoot some guards across from where I was. Its not as fun to just kill. Not without the tourture first but there's no time for that. I'll just have to fill my need for tourture at a later time.
As we stop and the new girl asks a few questions. "I am know by a few names. Zane is who you are talking to now. The others are Magix and Trice. I have split personality disorder. I'm in here for murder."

"...Personality disorder?" she asked. Great, another one. She sighed. "Well, Zane, Magix, and Tric, my name is Synia. Or just Syn for short. I was put here six months ago..for..mutilation. I'm an orphan." She looked to Chris. "Next time you come near me with your rabies mouth, I'll sure as hell give you something to eat, alright." Something about her...she wasn't too happy with. Intentially, she wanted to escape on her own, but she couldn't let them die like that. "I'll help you to the roof."

Climbing on the piled cave-in's, she pulled out a bloody hand. It was thick of blood, but she wasn't afraid to touch any of them. Already been felt of guards, and disgusting inamtes, her breathing began to weaken.

"Shouldnt we be going down to escape, not up to the roof" Sammantha said to herself under her breath as she followed the others. She was a little worried when Zane/Magix/Trice said he had a split personality, but only because she knew she would get so confussed between who was who all the time.

"Well I guess I should introduce myself as well, I'm Sammantha or Sammie and I have nightmare disorder and ended up in this hell hole for killing my grandmother" she said with a slight smile. Then covering her mouth as she yawned. "But sorry to cut short the little meet and greet, but shouldnt we be getting out of here. There will be time later to sit in a little circle, holding hands and sharing our life stories" she said a little sarcastically. All she wanted was to get out of here so that she could deal with getting some sleep since she had now been awake for about 40 hours.