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The grass once sown of vibrant green, was now mixed with the dripping plasmic juices of the meandering living corpses which were packed tightly into the vast courtyard like so many oozing, slimy sardines. The grass now clumped and matted against the blood soaked dirt of the prison courtyard, the great expanse that once served as relief to the tedium of imprisonment was now allocated to the dead for their aimless daylight wanderings.

The right end of the prison complex was walled off by concrete buildings and an immense wall behind, these structures once served as housing for those staff members who were hired as full time personnel. These days the buildings were of little use, largely utilized as storage space for the accumulated bits of junk which never seemed to leave the grounds of the complex.

To the left the courtyard was cut off by the splayed structures of Cell blocks four and five, each of the six enclosures were blocked off in this manner, the compiled structures all set in a fan arrangement. Either by accident or providence there were only two courtyards which one could gain access, one belonging to the grassy plain and the other being the courtyard used by prisoners for their one hour exercise period, the former serving more for the beautification of the dreary complex; but now soured by the festering walking dead.

The epicenter of this vast monument to the immorality and brutality of mans baser characteristics, was the stubby octagonal tower to which each cell block was structurally connected. The circular building was a complex unto itself, potentially self sufficient from the cell blocks that issued from it. Each block had its own facilities and could operate independently of the center administration complex. This particular facet of its construction also had the potential to quill riots or at least prevent an outbreak into sensitive areas.