Rachelle LaRue's Story

Colten went to the couple, finding them dead. He hadn't gotten to them on time, spittle, foamy and with a vague tint of red hung from the edges of their lips, their clothes were torn and a big fleshy area, raw and bloody with what looked to be teeth marks on the man's shoulder, and an open wound on the abdomen of the woman, covered by her shirt. The man had yet to close his eyes before death took him, they were glazed and lifeless. Instincts though, he bowed and asked God to take them before leaving, stopping long enough to lock the door behind him. When he heard Chou's accent, somewhere off, in worry that the pair was in trouble and seeing the amassed group of people, he figured they were safe enough. A dead sprint, he would charge forth, his footsteps strangely quiet it was moments before he saw the pair taking shape.

He would see the large red bearded man from before, his hands gripped and ready as he seemed to be lunging at Chou. He couldn't have this, remorse and shame for having sent the two of them off without so much as thinking he could be signing the other's treaty with death. The large man would look over his shoulder as suddenly with one large step a loud resounding clap of his nikes on the concrete floor. He hadn't had time to prepare or even really react as Colten collided with him, looping a muscled arm around the man's right shoulder and a fierce knee strike to bash him into the wall, as the man's left hand reeled back desperately he would press his chest between the man's shoulder blades, catching the arm by the wrist and asserting it into Red's lower back, pulling away and delivering another powerful strike to the back of the man's right knee. It seemed executed well and the joint would give out, slowly he would be lowered to the ground and held there his hands held behind his back by his wrists and Colten asserting most of his body weight to the big man's lower spine.

"What's going on, Chou?" His teeth would be gritted in frustration, his grip white on the bulky arms of the now spluttering man.

Chou relaxed his stance and looked on the floor for the paper he had dropped. It was nowhere near him.

"There was this newspaper clipping," he started to say. He looked in the nearby cell but it wasn't there either. He resigned to stop looking for it. "It was just a regular news clipping, the story wasn't anything spectacular, but the date was wrong." He looked at the man looking as if he was waiting for something more significant. "I don't mean by just a day or so," he said as if it probably would be possible if they had been out cold by some type of drug. "It was off by years. Five to be exact." Chou didn't know what else to say. That was what this whole situation had been brought to because of it.

"This guy," he said pointing to the big man. "seemed to snap after he read it. It was a bit surprising that he couldn't write it off as some misprint or something.

He saw the woman coming back with some others as was glad that there were more people around. Of course as he looked at the large man on the ground he wasn't sure more was better.

Colten would adjust a moment quickly undoing his belt buckle and pulling it from the loops of his shorts, it would take a moment but soon he had a fair binding around the big man's hands, he would stand his body aching, this was all like hell. Just one continual nightmare that refused to change, he still felt the horror of the dead bodies in the cells. His heart still stirring and struggling. Chou said something about a clipping of a newspaper off by five years, and while Colten was vaguely interested and curious as to why it would have an adverse effect on, Red. He felt it to be irrelevant, the simple way of things was simple that Chou had been attacked, that this man had attacked him,

"Is that true, did you attack him?" Colten would give a soft tap to the man's abdomen, shaking the whole of him slightly. His voice level and disappointed rather than angry. He would grumble and struggle to move his head, realizing he was only making more of a fool of himself he would stop, his voice gruff and defiant.

"Yes, I'd have killed him to, you dumb bastard!" He looked to Chou and Colten looked to Chou, before gently reaching down with a disappointed grimace, shaking his head slightly and yet giving a wicked smile.

"If that's the way you want it, then. Tsk tsk." He would grab the man by the ankles, and though he struggled trying to kick, his position on his stomach didn't allow the opposition required. He was dragged, with the help of a few men that had been released from the cells he pulled the man to cell '6' and they locked him there. He would proceed to pull a bench up, stepping onto it he would address the people. There looked to be about nine in all, not including the ones he knew, Chou and Rachelle, and ofcourse not Red who was bound in a cell, if quietened you could hear his murmurs of obscene curses.


He had never been good at speeches, or stirring a crowd. But this was the opposite, he simply wished to bring them all together, and to make things a little more, orderly. "Excuse me, please," They would slow but continue, some of them stopping while others became more absorbed in the horrors. "Listen up." His voice would grow stern and upon the silence he would smile with a charm not seen before.

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

Chou was wondering what Colten was going to say when the window shutters crashed and collided with the solid wall outside. The light shone in and he started to approach the window. He stepped on the bed to help with a better angle. He looked out to see an identical cell block that had windows open as well.

"Hey!" he called out, but it wasn't to the people in his block but those in the other. He hit the glass but it had no effect. He screamed and hit again still not able to make a dent or have any sign of acknowledgement. He sighed as his eyes started to take in the rest of his surroundings. It was then that he saw movement outside.

He was about to do the same when his eyes actually took in what he saw. His head tilted in disbelief. He squinted, rubbed his eyes but the sight was always the same. He finally turned back to the others there's something you need to see.

Everyone would suddenly dissolve back to chaos a few huddling over to the window, screams would erupt and he would calmly remain standing on the bench, his hands dipped into his pockets, he felt to tired for this, to worn down, sore. For a moment he felt like giving up, a anger deep inside making his body quake gently, and in silence, looking down at his feet. Perhaps he could do better sticking to himself, letting them fend for themselves. But before he knew it he had come to a different conclusion. "Shut the hell up, and calm your asses down!" It would be shockingly and irrationally angry, bringing the people to a quiet trauma, "Sit, down." His voice would be commanding now, and hesitantly people would do so.

"Now, get a sense, panic won't help a damned thing," They would be shocked and a few would cry, a small child seeming to look about confused. He knew not what was outside of that window but right now, it was something he felt like facing with his bare hands, by his lonesome if it kept these people quiet. "If we keep our whits we can get out of this prison. But all we have at this point is one another, let Red be an example to you all that turning on one another will only mean bad things." He would calm stepping off the branch and falling back onto it, resting his head in his hands for a moment. Then running them through his hair as he looked back up to the crowd as it shook.

"I'm getting out of here," It would be nonchalant now, a setting putting them all seemingly more at ease despite the trauma clear on the look of their faces. "And when I do I'm finding whoever put me here." It would me matter-of-fact and it would suddenly seem he was talking to old friends, though the faces were all so fresh to him. "Either you come or you don't."

Rachelle was dazed, but when she saw Colten on the move, she snapped back to reality. She hurridly followed, hoping he hadn't given up on her just yet. "Colten wait!" She whispered urgently. "I don't wanna die! I want out too!" Her stomach churned and her head spun, but she desperately tried to stumble through the dim hall to find her cellmate. "Please don't leave me behind!"

Colten would turn to the woman, watching the pipe and looking her in the eyes, she didn't seem to be doing to well. And as she came closer, another woman would come up behind her. "You have to help them, you can't just leave!" She would be hysterical, and he would be confused for a long moment, for he hadn't seen the trap door, only the crowd freaking out.

"What are you talking about?" His eyes would widen with concern, holding the sharp boards loosely at his sides.

"We have to help them, have to! My husband is down there..My husband." She would stutter tripping over her words and grabbing at his arm frantically. He would grunt compelled to take another wild jab at the walls, but he maintained his composure.

"Watch Rachelle!" He would yell trotting off toward the quaking, witless crowd, he would part them making his way to the trap door and peering down would see Chou, the wired little asian man from before, the only man working to defend himself. He had been right about him having a secret ability to hold his own

"Chou!" He would drop the boards and they would clatter onto the empty concrete. He would be calm and collected, quick to his actions, grabbing the ledge of the trap door and bending his knees before falling, he would hit in a roll as not to damage his knees with the shock of landing. He would rise immediately from it pulling the boards from the ground. As he went to deliver a swing to the temple of one of the attackers..One of the attackers, that seemed to be one of the people he'd seen in the recent media, overwhelmed by a strange decay, with cold glossy eyes and dried blood caked on the edges of it's mouth, at it's outstretched fingers. The one-handed swing would be fierce, using his outstretched arm to swat away the man's he would deliver the board to the temple, blood and slightly greened skin would erupt from the place of the strike, the deranged man releasing a moan before going quiet, thrown to the ground with the force, lifeless. He would turn tossing the other board to Chou.

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.