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was someone I could expose this to. I knew, I’d bring it to the media but not now. For now I needed to escape the island. They needed whatever supplies were on the next boat before they could begin any trials on me and by then I’d be gone.
I walked back the way I came, taking one more glance at patient zero lying under the sheet, a failed experiment. That could be me I thought to myself if I do not manage to escape tomorrow. Dr Hammond should have no reason to come back down here until her supplies arrive I hoped because if she seen the body of patient zero she would know someone had been here and the whole island would be on lockdown. I headed back up the stairs, across the island and back into the prison. As I walked a thought came into my head, Shadow obeyed the Warden. He was likely ordered to take me in no matter what it took. In essence he sanctioned the execution of my wife. Anger whirled up in me like a gathering storm. I couldn’t risk my escape but I wanted my revenge. I decided that I would go to the Warden’s office tomorrow; seek my revenge before heading to the boat. Hopefully I would be gone by the time the body was found. If I was correct, the Warden should be in his office later than he had been tonight as to oversee the paperwork to do with the new arrivals.
Consequences
I returned to my cell just in time according to Warlock. Five more minutes and the guard would have regained consciousness. Warlock ordered the guard to put his clothes back on and resume his patrol. I explained to Warlock about what I found, he seemed to think it would be cool to have a variety of powers. I wasn't so sure, especially seeing as it was only a hypothesis and I could end up like patient zero for all I knew. I got into my bed and began to drift to sleep. My last night in this bed, my last night in this cell, my last night on this rock.
The next morning followed the same routine. Wake up call at six thirty, lined up and marched to the mess hall. The menu was back to the scrumptious porridge. The line moved slow as usual. The food went down like that one shot too many on a night out that instantly disagrees with your stomach. The Master never took his eyes off me for the entire meal. I went to stand to go to the yard when Warlock grabbed my arm.
"Where you going?"
"To the yard."
"Not today, every three days we get shower privileges. Can't have us inmates stinking up the joint."
"Sure, just don't drop the soap eh?"
"Ha not that I've ever seen but I've only been here a few months."
Shadow stood atop his perch once more and barked out the order.
"Showers. Move!"
The other guards herded us out. We walked along a corridor I had never taken before to the east of the prison. At the end of the corridor a guard was handing out towels to each inmate and allocating them a shower room. There seemed to be three large shower rooms capable of showering about twenty inmates each at a time. I was near the back of the queue and so would have to wait a while.
The inmates entered the various shower rooms for about three minutes each. When they emerged they queued against the other wall beside the inmates waiting to shower. Once this queue was large enough, a set of guards marched them back to their cells. Somehow in the movement and hustle from the mess hall, I had got separated from Warlock. I saw Warlock being moved back to our cell when I was about twenty men from the front of the queue. Only about eleven inmates remained behind me and so we would be the last batch to get washed. When it was my turn, one of the guards handed me a towel without even looking at me and pointed to shower room one. I turned left and entered the shower room. The room was square in shape with five shower heads per wall. Some inmates were already in the shower. I moved to a free shower on the far wall. On the wall was a soap dispenser which I pressed a couple of times and began to lather myself. The water was lukewarm but I
I walked back the way I came, taking one more glance at patient zero lying under the sheet, a failed experiment. That could be me I thought to myself if I do not manage to escape tomorrow. Dr Hammond should have no reason to come back down here until her supplies arrive I hoped because if she seen the body of patient zero she would know someone had been here and the whole island would be on lockdown. I headed back up the stairs, across the island and back into the prison. As I walked a thought came into my head, Shadow obeyed the Warden. He was likely ordered to take me in no matter what it took. In essence he sanctioned the execution of my wife. Anger whirled up in me like a gathering storm. I couldn’t risk my escape but I wanted my revenge. I decided that I would go to the Warden’s office tomorrow; seek my revenge before heading to the boat. Hopefully I would be gone by the time the body was found. If I was correct, the Warden should be in his office later than he had been tonight as to oversee the paperwork to do with the new arrivals.
Consequences
I returned to my cell just in time according to Warlock. Five more minutes and the guard would have regained consciousness. Warlock ordered the guard to put his clothes back on and resume his patrol. I explained to Warlock about what I found, he seemed to think it would be cool to have a variety of powers. I wasn't so sure, especially seeing as it was only a hypothesis and I could end up like patient zero for all I knew. I got into my bed and began to drift to sleep. My last night in this bed, my last night in this cell, my last night on this rock.
The next morning followed the same routine. Wake up call at six thirty, lined up and marched to the mess hall. The menu was back to the scrumptious porridge. The line moved slow as usual. The food went down like that one shot too many on a night out that instantly disagrees with your stomach. The Master never took his eyes off me for the entire meal. I went to stand to go to the yard when Warlock grabbed my arm.
"Where you going?"
"To the yard."
"Not today, every three days we get shower privileges. Can't have us inmates stinking up the joint."
"Sure, just don't drop the soap eh?"
"Ha not that I've ever seen but I've only been here a few months."
Shadow stood atop his perch once more and barked out the order.
"Showers. Move!"
The other guards herded us out. We walked along a corridor I had never taken before to the east of the prison. At the end of the corridor a guard was handing out towels to each inmate and allocating them a shower room. There seemed to be three large shower rooms capable of showering about twenty inmates each at a time. I was near the back of the queue and so would have to wait a while.
The inmates entered the various shower rooms for about three minutes each. When they emerged they queued against the other wall beside the inmates waiting to shower. Once this queue was large enough, a set of guards marched them back to their cells. Somehow in the movement and hustle from the mess hall, I had got separated from Warlock. I saw Warlock being moved back to our cell when I was about twenty men from the front of the queue. Only about eleven inmates remained behind me and so we would be the last batch to get washed. When it was my turn, one of the guards handed me a towel without even looking at me and pointed to shower room one. I turned left and entered the shower room. The room was square in shape with five shower heads per wall. Some inmates were already in the shower. I moved to a free shower on the far wall. On the wall was a soap dispenser which I pressed a couple of times and began to lather myself. The water was lukewarm but I
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