KC Lang's Story

It had been months since KC slept this well, but the irritating light from the sun pressed against her eyelids. Did she forget to close her curtains again? Letting out a rather irritated sigh, she decided that she'd just roll over and ignore the morning. When she did though, there was a loud moan of bed springs. Her body went rigid; her bed did not sound like that and come to think of it she couldn't recall actually making it home last night.

Brown eyes opened quickly, taking in the grimy and paint-chipped wall that she was now facing. KC bolted straight up from the cot she was on. "Where the hell...?" She muttered to herself. Slowly she took in the tiny window, barred with rusted metal, the tight fit of the room and the metal door, chipped and rusted as well, the only means of leaving the cell. Taking a moment to think, she guessed she was in some kind of prison or jailhouse, being a cop she was familiar with the setting. This one was obviously not in use though, considering the rundown appearance over everything.

She took a moment to look herself over. The strange leather top she had on during her undercover assignment was still in place, her jeans and combat boots were there as well. What really grabbed her attention was her missing gun and holster. Taking a minute to search under the bed and every other inch of the room, the weapon was nowhere to be found. KC noticed her badge was gone as well, even the small knife she kept tucked in her boot and under her jeans was taken.

Deciding that the next matter of business was to get out of the room, she took a step towards the door. A few minutes of pushing against the chipped and rusted metal did nothing but make it groan in protest. Giving a small yell in frustration she kicked the door hard, making it open just a little. A few more kicks and pushes later, a tired and annoyed KC found herself in a hallway.

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.

Maybe it was just her suspicious nature as a cop, but for some reason KC was getting that eerie feeling of being watched. It sent a chill down her spine and she visible shivered as she looked over her shoulder. There was nothing there that she could see and with a building as old and worn-down as this there was no way there was any electricity for some kind of surveillance system. The moment she assured herself that everything was just in her head, there was a loud resounding click that echoed through the hall.

Almost simultaneously all the remaining cell doors down the hall opened at once. Not sure of what may pop out KC backed herself against one of the walls, cautiously surveying the cell across from her to find that it was actually empty. Taking a small breather she shook out her limbs and slowly began looking through some of the closer cells. Some of them actually held people, mostly men, who muttered questions along the lines of, "What's going on?" and "Where am I?". She knew something was definitely up though, after all many of these people looked like regular citizens.

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.

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.