prison

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.

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.

Rachelle just watched all the chaos goin on around her. She didn't really know what to do next. She Stood there, hands on her stomach. She knew that newspaper had to be wrong. She was still pregnant. Or was she? She tried to feel for the baby. Please be there, she thought. She felt a small flutter and smiled. Hang in there baby, she thought, we will make it out.

She was determined to make it out alive, to have her baby and give it a happy life. She was not going to be someone's antertainment or play thing.

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."

KC, swept through each cell, looking to make sure that if there was a person in one they were alright. She found many who were scared and confused, evident in the questions she had heard called out before. She tried her best to call the more hysterical few she came across, telling them she was a police officer and that everything would be alright. She had no idea if anything would be okay actually, even still she thought out of all the people in this bunch it was her duty to try and keep the others calm.

There was a loud sound, like a clanging of some kind. Nothing changed in their area though so KC wasn't sure what could have made happened. The young woman still couldn't shake the feeling of being watched now and as time slowly passed it made her feel more frustrated rather than scared. Nothing made sense at the moment, but she'd be damned if she just sat back and waited for something to actually happen.

She walked through the narrow hallway, passing by cell after cell in her trek. Eventually she stood before a large and, somewhat, intimidating door. She couldn't make out anything really distinguishable about it; no handle, no window to look in or out, not even any kind of locking mechanism. She knew it had to open somehow though, all of these people had to have gotten in hear somehow.

Several of the inmates were carefully examining the area around the newly opened window at the very from of the cell block, that's when one of them noticed something odd. "Hey you guys, look at this." The man had drawn the others attention to the strange markings on the floor. Running a finger along the groove they could see that it had the shape of a square and piled up around the groove on either side was the chalky dust-fragments. "Hey, I think someone cut an opening in the floor here." Another inmate added. The controller of cell block 5 had heard the observation through one of the many hidden listening devices and immediately pulled the lever which activated the trap door. Four men fell straight down that shaft, only to exit cell block 5 directly below the window that had been opened with such cruel intent. The four were spit out the opening just above the first level of the block, winding up on their heads and knees before 15 walking dead things. Fortunately for them this section of the courtyard was portioned off from the remaining grounds, a kind of torture pit into which only a few zombies had been kept. The inmates of cell block 5 could do nothing for their fellow prisoners, except to watch the carnage soon to played out before them.



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The three male-friends in cell block 6 would serve as the Guinea pigs for experiment 1b3, the experiment will test the accuracy and effectiveness of the Inhibitor. Unbeknownst to the prisoners their jailers had added something special into the breathable air within each cell block. All normal channels of airflow into the building had been cut off so that they might have complete control over the levels of injection. Within an hour the inhibitor will begin the degradation of the poor souls of cell block? Only those who have recently been imprisoned will remain unaffected, the 12 recently awoken inmates are safe for the time being. The events of the next few hours within cell block 6 will be carefully studied.



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Devin and the others were astonished to discover that the main door to cell block 2 was wide open, giving them the first opportunity to see what lay beyond the prison. What they found was a wide open space and nothing more, they had been let into the third floor of the stunted, fat tower which had connected to it all 6 cell blocks, unfortunately the outer doors which lead into the other blocks were still closed tight. The stairs leading down to the second level were also barricaded. But then, from the door leading into cell block 1 a faint clanking sound was detected.



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It had been decided that a second test of the inhibitor was needed, it was a simple scientific principle, any experiment should be repeated for comparison sake, this second test would be carried out in cell block 1. KC had one full hour until the inhibitor is completely filtered from the air, 60 minutes before those around KC are affected.

Colten wouldn't pay any attention to the carnage, wearing a solemn look of disappointment he would gather himself and grab a wooden bench from the corridor as he walked down, turning a corridor into that same dark hall, he would swing the bench into a wall and with one loud crash of wood it would explode, leaving a collection of broken boards, thin and jagged, he picked out two that seemed to have a safe to carry handle and kept moving. The whole process lasting less than a minute, he was a man on a mission. Prepared to do whatever possible to find whomever felt they could do this to him.

Chou hated himself for acting like one of his students. He fell through the hole not being able to get away in time. When he landed he rolled back to his feet to see he and the others were a lot closer to what looked like ravaged bodies than they were a moment ago. Chou moved towards teh wall trying to make distance between the others and him. He had not intention of dying nor did he plan on letting the others day either. When the first body came close he stepped in and kicked for the knee cap and struck the side of the body trying to unbalance the thing. It seemed to fall over quite easily not being concerned with balance at all.

"Get up! Get up you idiots," He watched as the creature he downed didn't seem to care for its leg being broke. It simply tried working it and when it failed it started crawling closer. Chou moved towards the body and started to drag it while keeping away from the other approaching forms.

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.

Chou heard his name towards the chute that had dropped him. The others were a in shock of the fall and just scared of what they were seeing before them. Chou dashed over to the planks just as one of those things was stepping in. Before Chou turned he saw something, no, someone rolling out of the chute. It was the man that had rescued him from the cell. Chou watched as the man skillfully rolled and struck the shambling body straight to the temple.

Chou caught the board and with a smile nodded to Colten as he circled to the right trying to draw some of the small group towards him. He stepped continued to go wider as they stumbled and shambled wide. He then dashed back the way he came and then stepped in and kicked in the knee of the closest one making it a barrier he then shifted and stepped away as a third further one was moving towards him as well as to three others from further away, seeing as he seemed so active, the plan seemed to be back firing as it seemed to be getting too much attention.

He moved in and cracked the board against the third's temple but noticing the creature was getting up he knew he hadn't used enough force and stepped in placing a good kick to the shoulder disclocating it and then once more to the creatures neck. To his surprise the creature did not die, but its body was of no more use its head was the only thing that functioned.

Creature 1 and 2 were approaching once more he side stepped and pulled the first pass him while stepping and kicking the second in the knee dropping it to one knee and just as it was trying to balance he stepped in placing himself behind the body and with one hand reaching grabbing the forhead holding it place as he struck the back of the neck while pulling the head in. The crunch of bone was enough as Chou moved away from the body as the further bodies had made some good distance. He ran back and kicked body #1 as he rushed back to the group.

Chou realized that the adrenaline was causing his body to shake and he calmed himself as the others were dealing with their own problems.

Colten would watch as a woman had been backed into a corner, in silent horror and disbelief, to terrified to scream she would cower. He would charge forth grabbing her attacker by his hair and pulling him away with one powerful knee he would drive his body into the wall, reeling back and with one great stab to the forehead it would crumple lifeless but his own movement worked against him, he would grit his teeth, "Rrrragh!" He would turn in the nick of time as one of the entranced people lurched forward at him, nearly chomping down on his shoulder. He would catch it in the neck with an elbow driving it away and into the ground, placing himself between the woman and a small group of three, a man would scream in their section of the courtyard, with a flick of his gaze Colten took in the man's devouring, as he was eaten, eaten..They were eating him.

"Great, a zombie movie." He would say to himself, the jibe keeping him lighthearted and calm under the circumstance. One would stumble toward the newly acquired feast and as the other two more hesitantly stumbled forth he would give a great club with the blunt handle of the board to the back of the head of a zombie slightly hunched over, taking no precaution to avoid it's arms, he would manage to hit it at the brain stem just below the base of the skull, clubbing inward as he proceeded to carry out his next action, the zombie would fall to the ground behind him as he lunged forth from the hit to deliver a stab to the chest of the next, as if to test his theory. It seemed he was right, as it didn't waver, knocking it back the slightest bit and yet it would pull itself as if by lack of will, and lack of control farther down struggling, it's fingertips would brush his forearm and he would give a steady kick to it's stomach, driving it from the length of the board. With one precise swing it would be dead, a large gash driven into it's head by the splintering wood.

He would look behind him to see the woman sobbing quietly, the screams having died he would watch as three zombies hunched over the man, one gnawing at his intestines while sitting up. He would walk toward them, stopping only when another attacker came at him from his side, one large step back and turning he would deliver a knee to the woman's gut, her size making it fairly easy to drive her up into the air, he would ball a right handed fist driving it into the base of her cranium and she would be driven into the ground with a gut churning crunching noise, he would deliver a swift stomp to the back of her head, and blood would seep from her face. Slowly he would continue on his way, confident Chou was holding true to the recognized potential, all the rest of the world would vanish as suddenly Colten bubbled with a purpose.

Chou saw the cannibalism in the corner of his eye but had little time to consider things as #4 and #1 were closing in with a twist of his whole body Chou sent the makeshift club up into the jaw of the familiar #1 watching as it shattered on impact and with a step he closed in on #4 as #1 flew back with the same force Chou struck the temple much harder than his first ealier attempt and with a satisfying crunch the the temple collapsed and brains dead grey matter leaked out with a quick turn Chou dropped his knee using the force as he drove the sharp splintered end into the eye of #1. He pulled it out and rolled away back towards the wall.

Chou watched as these, zombies started to walk with purpose towards the no longer screaming carcass. It seemed that they were pulled by the sight or smell of blood or simply by the earlier screaming. Chou stood still as the sound of eating could be heard. The zombies soon turned their attention to the group huddled there still.

Chou slowly made his way behind them hoping to get them by surprise as he also tried to motion for the remaining people to get the f*** out there.

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.

Colten would kick a zombie in the forehead, and is fell away from it's meal he would jump forward stabbing it between the eyes, pulling it and turning to whack the other in the side of the head with a thwack! as it looked up, various organs hanging from it's hands, it would moan struggling to get up. He would look at it with pity and not remorse, the last of the zombies hurtled toward Chou. His nikes, painted with new and recently dried blood, some of it splattered on his naked torso and torn cargo shorts. He would toss the nearly decimated board aside, it would be run red with flaking strips and a damaged integrity. It would clatter as it hit the ground, he would be panting lightly, fresh sweat cooling his forehead and chest. There would be a strange sound in the air and he would turn looking to the prison building. His face would go from a calm and collected contemplation. He grew now anxious and it showed in the way his face set as he trusted Chou to follow behind him, breaking into a run toward the staircase.

Rachelle and the others were there, and though it seemed a little to good to be true, it was the only plausible option for him.

Chou's weaved as he tripped and crushed the last of the zombies. It seemed that only Colten and Chou had survived. He looked around in time to see Colten dashing towards some staircase. Cbou didn't give it a second thought as he followed the man who came down to save his life. He followed closely behind reaching the stair case a few seconds behind Colten.

"I guess we go up, yeah?" He tried listening to see if he could catch the sound of anything in advance as he started walking of the the stairs as quietly as he could. He moved along the wall feeling for any hint of something hidden and also to keep at least one side of his body guarded from any possible attacks on their way up.

"I don't see that we have any other options, friend." Colten would take graceful, near leaps up the stairs, taking them two to three at a time. Until he reached the top, somewhat surprised at the complete lack of traps or surprises. Or perhaps they were here, he would grab the rails, jumping forward using his hold to propel him forward, nearly sliding onto his ass, frantically, and yet with a calm disposition looking about. He was quite confused with the layout. It seemed the prison, had been chopped and changed to suit something beyond his contemplation. He would pace, thinking for a moment, looking to see that Chou had made it up.

The small asian man had proven himself invaluable, and skilled. Exceeding what could have been expected. He tensed, balling his fists with slow and jutted movements, as if struggling to keep calm under the pressure. He felt watched, and utilized, a pawn in some messed up horror movie. He would slow to a stop, with a vast sweep of his gaze he took in their surroundings. He settled on a door that seemed about right and went to it, grabbing and shaking at the handle. Struggling with the handle through gritted teeth.

"What the hell.." He would deliver a swift punch to the door, pain shooting up his arm and seeming to settle in his aching muscles, not content to being there it would spread thus further, through out his whole body and reminding him of the strenuous activity and his desire to rest.

(I'm sorry but I have honestly lost intrest in this...You may kill my girl off if you wish... :/ Sorry)

"You need to calm down," Chou said as he joined Colten. He looked around himself looking for some way past the door. He positioned himself and kicked but it seemed rather sturdy.

"I think we may have to find another way to get back to them, Do you think we missed something down below?" Chou was thrilled about the idea of going back down but if they couldn't get in either they would have to go someplace a hundred times more dangerous and would probably not make it out alive.

Chou stepped up one more time and kicked the handle it self.
"Do you think breaking the handle could help?" He said as he kicked it once more.

"It couldn't hurt." Perhaps it'd break the lock in the process, but then again, it could just screw it all up. But anything was better than nothing, and it was probably the smartest move to make. There would be jolting and clanging as the kicks were delivered.

Colten would look about for a weapon, any weapon, or anything that could help. He would turn away from the door searching about. Rounding a corner and beginning to lose hope; then he saw it, in a red emergency box, chipped paint and pealing metal, the glass dirty. But the head of an axe with a slight shine was clear within, though obscured. He would be quick to resting a hand on it, looking about, for cameras or anything. This could be one cruel joke, but much to his delight, without any prodding it swung open and his hands closed on the handle slowly but surely.

He would walk out from behind the corner, looking to Chou and as he would close the distance he would hold the weapon out to the man.