Devin Drogger's Story

Devin was grinding in the end of a spring in the bed against the the undercorner of the sink. The piece of metal was thin enough that it would take less than ten minutes to finish. He wondered as to why he had not been visited recently by the guards to check up on his health before dragging him to a mental health test. In one of the rooms he heard a man cry out riduculous thing like "Not supposed to be here." or "Help me!" but he merely shook his head and raised his voice. "If you do not shut your mouth then I will have to come to your cell and gut you like the pig that becomes your meal every morning my friend." He informed the strager's voice. That shut up the yelling but replace it with sobbing. It did matter for he was nearly done with the metal. In less than thirty seconds he finished and was now picking away at the locks. When he finshed that stranger would meet his maker.

Devin had knelled down to work on the lock to his cell door when suddenly the door opened on its own with a loud click. The sound suggested that Devin's cell door; perhaps every door in that block, had some sort of triggering mechanism, no doubt activated by their captor.

Perhaps this old prison wasn't as empty, nor as run down as was assumed, clearly someone must have prepared the cells long before placing anyone within them.


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Even though there was no discernible official ranking for the current prisoners, each prisoner had their own designated number, their jailer had little interest in their identity on the outside and so he didn't take the time to remember their names.

The one named KC for instance, he had designation inmate #13B1.

As with Devin, the barrier which imprisoned the female police officer within a tiny 12' x 12' jail cell had also clicked open by a preset trigger.


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Colten and Rachelle, affectionately designated inmates #4B5? and #8B5? by their jailers, were one of the few to have escaped their cells in defiance of whoever was keeping them prisoner.

Those who had yet to escape and were now actively engaged in tampering with the locks to their cells, were in danger.

If they should fail to trigger their release the cell doors might be render inoperable, they had been set on a timing device and were obviously setup in this fashion, perhaps as an attempt at mental and emotional torture.

Luckily Colten and Rachelle had freed themselves from the cell and were currently walking the corridors of cell block 5.

-The main door of each cell block would prove to be far more formidable-

The man and woman which Colten had discovered remained huddled in the corner of their cell, they were hunkered down with their faces turned toward the wall, each eliciting rather disturbing gurgling sounds from their throats.



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At that exact moment deep within cell block 3 two females prisoners designated inmates #3B3 and #7B3 had just introduced themselves, as the one named Lauri was actively working on the lock to her own cell.

Unfortunately, their jailer had a rather special bone to pick with these inmates.

As the young woman with the hair accessory was attempting to jimmy the lock a second bolt was activated, thus creating a double lock down.

In contrast to her situation the door to Jo's cell had clicked open like the others had-She at least was free to exit the cramped closet-cell.

Before Jo could take a single step she heard the sound of the main cell block door opening, only to slam shut seconds later-But not before letting something from the outside into the cell block 3.


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Nico, Mullen and Vladamir (otherwise known as inmates #9B6, 10B6 & 11B6) had a special connection to one another, and although this memory was no longer as accessible as it had been in their past, it was the main reason why they were housed in the same cell block.

The unexpected phenomenon in cell block 5 was not limited to that section of the prison-The trio were graciously offered the same temporary reprieve from the hardship of their collective situation.

And so, even as one of them worked on his cell, the cell door for one the others had opened on its own accord, while the double lock down system was initiated for prisoner #10B6.

Unfortunately, the damage caused by inmate #9B6 had jammed the system and now his only option was to completely break down the heavy iron door.

When the doors opened Devin walked out into the hallway, as did many others. The other inmates looked confused and some took notice of him. The man in the suit walked out of his cell, eyes still puffy. Devin walked in front of the man, bashed his forarm against the man's windpipe, and stabbed his shank into the coward's eye. As the cryer fell to the floor, he addressed the inmates. "Alright. I don't know many of you but many of you know me. You know that if you dispute my orders you will end up like thirty eight over here. As such I will lead without question. It seems the prison must have gone to Hell if that cryer was here. So the first thing we need to do is get our basic needs. The kitchen will have plenty of food, water, and weapons. We'll head there in single file line with me at front. Any problems." He stated it as a reminder for the inmate who all shook their heads. He turned around gripping his shank tighter. "Move out!"

One of the subjects under the rule of Devin's court wasn't satisfied with the situation, as it had been laid out by the midget king, something which the brute was determined to correct.

Stepping from behind the gathering of mainly gruff looking convicts was the rather large frame of Daniel Powers, or "The Powerhouse" as he was known throughout the facility. He was a big man with an even bigger attitude; a low intelligence sort of person, yet menacing and mean tempered.

Pushing the other inmates aside he came before Devin. "Listen to me pencil dick, I don't take orders from anyone. This is my cell block sweetie pants."

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The two woman could here the sound of someone shuffling their way toward the cells from around the corner, but then the sound of stepping feet ceased, returning the cell block to a normal level of ambient sound, save for the heavy breathing of Jo and Lauri.

There the mysterious visitor would pause, unlike the inmates however, this person didn't seem to be breathing very hard, in fact he wasn't breathing at all.

Slap!!

Came the loud sound of a fleshy palm smacking against concrete. A bloody hand grabbed the corner of the wall, honoring Jo and Lauri with the very first glimpse of the horrors that await every prisoner.



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As if hunger, fear, and pregnancy weren't sufficient enough concerns, the introduction of yet another obstacle would certainly break what little will the inmates of cell block 5 had left. Perhaps it would have been a much better torture tactic to have introduced this next bit of confusion to the individual in cell block #1. Still, it should provide much amusement to whoever it was that had imprisoned them.

The surprise came when their was a lull in the frantic, screamed conversations between the terrified inmates of the block, in that moment they heard the faint sound of paper sliding on a concrete floor-A newspaper.

The situation that these people have found themselves in would have an effect on an individual, be it mental or emotional. One thing was certain, they were all quite sane, this wasn't the figment of someones dream, this was reality.

The people trapped inside cell block 5 knew who they were, they might not understand how they came to be in this prison, but they knew that they lived in the real world of 2012.

Accept for the unnerving fact that the headline on the first page of the newspaper indicates that the year was in fact March 21, 2017. It seems that nearly five years of their lives had escaped them. The jailer was overwhelmed with the anticipation of seeing their reactions once they picked up his little present.



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Kc was unaware of the drastic shift in time from her last memory till this very moment, as a result her observation concerning the impracticality of surveillance equipment being installed within such as disheveled and outdated prison was incorrect, the people controlling the prison had ample time to achieve such a feat.

She was indeed was being watched, though there was no way to ascertain who this person, or indeed persons, were. For all she knew, a prisoner could be one of these people in disguise.

Possibly one of the more seedier criminal elements from directly across the block, though more likely one of the seemingly innocent, average citizens down the aisle.

When the large man spoke out against him Devin tightened his shank and quickly turned around to stab at Powers. Powers held his fist up high and swayed his chest, which would have saved him if that was where the shank was aimed at. In fact it was stabbed and slashed at the man's genitals. Devin was never much for the systems idea of honorable killing. A kill was a kill, that was all. The man let out a loud screech and fell down to his knees as blood was being spread everywhere. Devin stood straight and looked at the rest. "Question my authority and you will end up just like Powers here." He looked down at the man who had just lost his manhood. "I would suggest to take of you pants and try to use it to stop the bleeding or else you will be dead in twenty minutes or less." He began to walk on signaling to the group to keep following his a hand gesture. They followed. Devin wondered if any other inmates would know they were there, after all Powers was screeching as if all Hell had been let loose.

It was only a matter of seconds after the big bleeding man met death, that he was once again moving on his own accord. Devin and the other inmates were down the hall as they listened to his instructions, they had not noticed the man formally known as the Powerhouse using his upper limbs to slide across the cold concrete floor towards them.

One of the unlucky men in the back of the small group of several inmates was unknowingly chosen to announce the presence of the reanimated Daniel Powers. The former inmate, now living corpse, grabbed the man by the ankles, nearly causing the man to fall against the inmate in front of him.

The man looked down at the castrated man and saw the glazed and bloodshot eyes of his former cellmate. The man began screaming as he desperately tried to release himself from the dead mans grip.

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Every single window of every cell block had been sealed tight from the outside, large sheets of metal lay over each window, bolted into place and quite unassailable. Several of them however had been rigged to open with the simple flick of a switch, deciding that it was time to give some of the prisoners an idea as to the seriousness and danger of their present situation, one of the jailers flick said lever; this specific lever would opened two windows in the 5th cell block.

The crowd of prisoners had gathered around Coltin, who was standing several feet from the main; and heavily fortified entrance to cell block 5. To the extreme right of the block two windows suddenly opened, the heavy metal sheets on the structures exterior struck the side of the building with a loud thunder-like clank.

The windows of block 4 and 5 were special in that they overlooked the horror of what awaited every prisoner, unfortunately little could be seen out of these particular windows, save but a small portion of the courtyard, though it was more then enough to see a zombie or two, or three, or TEN!-So tightly packed they were in those relatively small courtyards.

The window looking out to the yard was the small window within the rounded end of the block, though the door and second window remained closed, the second window that opened in the block being the larger one from which the very edge of cell block 6 could be seen.

The mysterious individual controlling these specific tortures decided that she would be even crueler then usual and so she also opened the window in cell block 6 so that those prisoners could see the reactions of the inmates in the adjacent cell block. This window would also flip open with the same thunderous clank.

(OOC: look at the picture of the prison for reference)

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As the blond fumbled for her favorite lock pick a face suddenly appeared in the small window of the door, scaring the already terrified redhead. The mysterious man appeared to be in his mid to late 30's, and although his face was present but a brief moment Jo could see that the man had black hair and dark brown eyes with pronounced circles around them.

Jo was too frightened to notice the sound that followed the mans appearance, but luckily Lauri had heard the loud clicking sound, almost as if the main door to cell block 3 had been unlocked

As soon as the cry came out of the lungs of the fallen inmate Devin took action. A downed bloody Powerhouse was not much of a threat but it was time to just kill the man. Devin quickly got low and stabbed his shank into the man's eye, killing him. A stab through the eyes or the temple was the best way to get to the brain. In the underworld a headshot was the best because they could rarely get back up from that. He checked the man to make sure there was nothing wrong with him then examined Power's body. He had oviously bled much more than two liters of blood, maybe three. He could be a superhuman like George Washington but that was unlikely. The human body would lose complete strength after the first liter and a half. This was just unhuman.

"Well I could say that this a miracle like event but that would be total bullshit. We have three things infront of us for answers. Either one: he was a superhuman, two: Zombies, or three: This is the Matrix. I think the second is the most logical but we can reserve judjment on that until we see a second example. First we need to get to the kitchen to become armed. I doubt we are the only prisoners who have been let out. Single filed. Let's go!" He called out to the group in a calm but addressing tone.

And then there were 8!!

The tests were a success, the inhibitor functioned perfectly, the filtering of this compound out of the air had reversed the effects of the treatment which the inmates had received weeks before. The jailer in charge of cell block 6 watched with sadistic delight as the three men housed there were torn to pieces by the hungry zombies.

The jailers had kept the inmates of each cell block near starving so that their blood thirst would be particularly ravenous when they attacked the 12 new prisoners. The other inmates in each block were treated the same-Starved and now extremely hungry.

One of the suppositions of the experiment was to see if someone even without the inhibitor would turn to cannibalism in a given situation, so far this aspect of the experiments was a wash.

The zombie population of cell block 6 now had three more additions to their undead ranks, the jailer had special plans for this lot. From within the round stunted tower Devin and his followers heard the sound of rusty metal upon rusty metal, as the iron door within cell block 6 opened, one after another. The zombies were now free to stumble toward the main door.

Things were coming to ahead, two inmates were now outside the building, they had fought and successfully defeated the pit-zombies, and were now free to make their escape-Perhaps they would try to rescue those still imprisoned within.

Looking back toward the building the two inmates within the pit could see that the entire first level of cell block 5 had been hallowed out, its floors and cells removed, with a single staircase leading up to the second level-Unblocked and unguarded. There were many people inside who are counting on the two men, though perhaps the thought of escape would turn their thoughts toward freedom for themselves.

As luck would have it, there was only one wall not rigged to blow should an inmate attempt escape; the explosives clearly visible at the foot of each-All but the barrier just behind the two men.