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across from me. They were holding hands and they looked happy. The way the sunlight from a nearby window basked them. It was perfect , until those cinderblocks fell on their bodies, crushing them. Their smiling faces changed to surprise for just a moment, then it violently twisted, turning into pain . Excruciating pain as the weight broke bones as it fell on them. I wondered for a moment if they were still holding hands underneath all the debris.
Something I had not considered when planning this great escape was the children’s play area. The play area was also on the same wall that I had succeeded in destroying. There were bricks piled up there too but I couldn’t see any children in the wreckage. At least not from the floor where I was laying, motionless, watching the dead walk around me.
There were the sounds of screaming coming from outside the visitation area. I continued to lay still and counted the seconds that the screaming had lasted. Counting the seconds tic by was the only way I could maintain my composure. I had made it to three-hundred-twenty before it had finally stopped. Three-hundred-twenty seconds of hell for whoever or whatever was screaming in agony. Why were the dead walking ? This wasn’t possible . I must be dead, dead and in hell .
I needed to get out of here. I couldn’t just lay here and hope for the best. Eventually one of those things was bound to figure out that I was still alive. I had already been lying here for what must have been five or so minutes, but then again when fear grasps you seconds can feel like minutes. I needed to break the grasp; I needed out. I had an exit strategy before the blast but I didn’t plan on the dead not staying dead. I didn’t plan to be alone either. Where was Allen ? Had Allen gotten in trouble again ? I needed to get out of here and find him.
There was the sound of talking coming from the front of the control room. The voices muffled as if coming from a different world, and then a moment later, gunshots. I flinched from the initial bang. I looked around and none of the things seemed to notice me. I took a long, deep, breath. I exhaled slowly and tried to think.
Were the bathrooms locked ? I had to move before I was discovered. The things were now all moving in the direction of the gunshot. I got up and was greeted by a sharp pain in my leg. I looked and saw my pants had been ripped and there was debris sticking out of my leg. It was a gory twisted mess, and I was surprised I had not felt it before.
More gunshots echoed through the large room. I ran across the room to the bathrooms. Please don’t be locked. Please be empty inside ! I turned the cold metal doorknob, it opened. I got inside and pulled the door shut behind me. The floor was wet and I slipped falling and sliding into the only stall. More pain greeted me as I took in a sigh of relief, this time in my chest. I pulled myself up and locked the door. I pressed myself against the door, slid down it, and felt the vibrations through it, of some monster trying to get in.
Chapter 15
09/18/2004 0925 Hours
Officer Ted Bryant
Gus Smith was a tall, thin man that resembled a scarecrow. He was forty-eight with gray and black hair, that was more grey than black. He had the thin fine lines on his face that showed his years. All the years of his face pressed together, squinting as he stared into the Florida sun as he watched over the prison from his high tower. Gus had been working at Clearwater Correctional Institution for twenty-one years and had done fifteen of those years assigned to the back tower. He had never fired his weapon.
Gus couldn’t tell me much that I didn’t already figure out. There was an explosion. The prison’s radio tower sat on top of the control room; which so happened to be right next to where the explosion took place. There was a good chance that it was planned that way. Gus didn’t know of any special inmates that might have the money to pay for such an extravagant
Something I had not considered when planning this great escape was the children’s play area. The play area was also on the same wall that I had succeeded in destroying. There were bricks piled up there too but I couldn’t see any children in the wreckage. At least not from the floor where I was laying, motionless, watching the dead walk around me.
There were the sounds of screaming coming from outside the visitation area. I continued to lay still and counted the seconds that the screaming had lasted. Counting the seconds tic by was the only way I could maintain my composure. I had made it to three-hundred-twenty before it had finally stopped. Three-hundred-twenty seconds of hell for whoever or whatever was screaming in agony. Why were the dead walking ? This wasn’t possible . I must be dead, dead and in hell .
I needed to get out of here. I couldn’t just lay here and hope for the best. Eventually one of those things was bound to figure out that I was still alive. I had already been lying here for what must have been five or so minutes, but then again when fear grasps you seconds can feel like minutes. I needed to break the grasp; I needed out. I had an exit strategy before the blast but I didn’t plan on the dead not staying dead. I didn’t plan to be alone either. Where was Allen ? Had Allen gotten in trouble again ? I needed to get out of here and find him.
There was the sound of talking coming from the front of the control room. The voices muffled as if coming from a different world, and then a moment later, gunshots. I flinched from the initial bang. I looked around and none of the things seemed to notice me. I took a long, deep, breath. I exhaled slowly and tried to think.
Were the bathrooms locked ? I had to move before I was discovered. The things were now all moving in the direction of the gunshot. I got up and was greeted by a sharp pain in my leg. I looked and saw my pants had been ripped and there was debris sticking out of my leg. It was a gory twisted mess, and I was surprised I had not felt it before.
More gunshots echoed through the large room. I ran across the room to the bathrooms. Please don’t be locked. Please be empty inside ! I turned the cold metal doorknob, it opened. I got inside and pulled the door shut behind me. The floor was wet and I slipped falling and sliding into the only stall. More pain greeted me as I took in a sigh of relief, this time in my chest. I pulled myself up and locked the door. I pressed myself against the door, slid down it, and felt the vibrations through it, of some monster trying to get in.
Chapter 15
09/18/2004 0925 Hours
Officer Ted Bryant
Gus Smith was a tall, thin man that resembled a scarecrow. He was forty-eight with gray and black hair, that was more grey than black. He had the thin fine lines on his face that showed his years. All the years of his face pressed together, squinting as he stared into the Florida sun as he watched over the prison from his high tower. Gus had been working at Clearwater Correctional Institution for twenty-one years and had done fifteen of those years assigned to the back tower. He had never fired his weapon.
Gus couldn’t tell me much that I didn’t already figure out. There was an explosion. The prison’s radio tower sat on top of the control room; which so happened to be right next to where the explosion took place. There was a good chance that it was planned that way. Gus didn’t know of any special inmates that might have the money to pay for such an extravagant
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