Snippet #2633622

It takes a while, but the facility is soon put on yellow alert, the upper level is sealed from the rest of the facility with all but civilian authority allowed. Armed guards and engineers are being sent down in hopes to restore the generators to full capacity. Focus is being put higher than normal on the high security floors leaving the moderate security floors feeling emptier than usual.

In the high security floors (11-14)

While the staff is scrambling to contain the escaped subject, a lone critter begins walking by the cells, slightly bigger than a cat... walking on its forelegs like a circus act is a weird raccoon holding a keycard in its hind feet. It appears to be grunting a small tune. As it goes along it catches the attention of Zeke, face pressed against the window of his cell, his arms restrained in a straitjacket.

"What the hell is going on around here?!" He says, kneeing the cell door fruitlessly. "And... what the hell is that!?"

The raccoon tumbles over and lays there on the ground staring at him. His eye twitches as he stares back at the animal, then he notices the card.

"Hey! You are not authorized to carry that!" He pauses for a moment then slowly pokes his foot through the food port of his cell door and speaks more calmly, grinning. "Gimme and I'll say nothing about this breach of security."

The raccoon slowly starts to scoot away from the door.

"Noo! I'm sorry! For scaring you, that is." His tone quickly turns to begging. "C'mon, we can work together, you and me, Zeke and the giant dirty rat thing."

The raccoon squints its eyes, obviously not too happy with his comment and dusts itself off then holds its arms out then starts to crawl off. Zeke sighs and thumps his head against the door, groans falling down to the floor with his mouth to the food port and then begins to speak more desperately and forced.

"Baby, please! Don't you see how I yearn for you in my life!?" He begs in the most horrific attempt at being suave. "Oh if I was to name an astral body after something, I'd name it after... you!"

The raccoon at this point just plants its face in its four paws and turns around, climbs up the door and runs the card across the scanner then whacks him across the head and motions for the pathetic nutjob to come along. He pops himself up onto his feet and follows the raccoon along, stumbling about like a drunk as he does.

"Gotta be the new meds, anytime now I'll wake up..." He mutters looking around at the cells, then notices his arms are still bound. "Hey could you... nevermind, I'll work it out eventually. Where are we going anyways?"