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escape plan, but he didn’t know many inmates either.
The explosion wasn’t the most important thing right now, the dead coming back was. It wasn’t possible for this to happen, yet they were.
“Here, take a look.” Gus said and handed me his rifle an AR-15 with sniper scope. I held the rifle up and looked through the scope towards the prison. There were several groups of people running around inside. The sight was unimaginable. One group gathered over something; they were tearing at it, eating like vultures. Then I saw an officer running from a group of people.
“There are people in trouble. Have you fired any shots to help?”
“It won’t do any good, people are confused. They’re scared. All you’ll do is make things worse.”
Gus looked at the prison. He had stared from this tower for the past fifteen years at the same prison. It was the prison he had worked at day in and day out. Even though it was a prison, it was still a place he had spent a majority of his life, it had become a second home. It had to be hard to see it like this. “Go ahead and try.” He continued.
I took a deep breath, watched the crosshair lift above the officer who was running. When the crosshair came back down, I fired. The bullet went straight through one of the attacker’s chest. The force caused it to fall and two others fell while trying to run over it. The three got back up. I shot him again this time just below the head in the center of his neck; again he fell, then again got back up. I remembered the one in my car; I shot that one in the head maybe that was the only way to kill them. I fired again this time connected with the head. It fell to the ground and didn’t get back up.
I put the sight back on the attackers and took three shots each one hitting one of those things in the head. There was now only one person running after the officer. The officer raised his right hand, he had a gun, and he fired it into the air. I took another deep breath and just as my crosshairs rested on the attacker, a building blocked my sight.
Gus patted me on the back firmly. “You’re a good shot.”
“Did you see any of those people scatter when I fired?”
“No, I sure didn’t, that just doesn’t make sense.”
“I killed one of those things when I pulled in. They had been chasing an ambulance. The driver drove straight into the lake up front. They were blocking the road. I drove up to them and they swarmed me. One of them broke in. That thing looked deader than dead, I shot it in the face. The body is still in my car. This is like one of those zombie movies, maybe they are zombies?” Gus didn’t look surprised. “We need to get a hold of someone inside there. Is there any forms of communication up here?”
“Well my landline phone isn’t working either which means the power must have been knocked out by the blast too.”
“What about a cell phone?”
“We don’t carry them here, the only ones who do are the captains and above.”
“Well, what’s their number?” I said while fishing out my cell phone.
“I don’t know. Only ones with the numbers is the front and back gate sergeants Rob here at the back gate left this morning with the bloodhounds to train. I’m sure it’s in his office but there’s no way to get there without power.”
“Is there an emergency backup generator?” Gus went into his office and motioned for me to follow.
Inside the control room was a desk and a toilet, nothing too fancy. He picked up a black binder off the desk and started flipping through it. He came to a hand drawn map of what I assumed was the facility. He pointed to with his index finger.
“There are three backup generators. We are here.” His finger made a circling motion around a crudely drawn tower. Then his finger swept across the page to a box with the markings G3 in it. It was on the other side of the prison, almost back at the front, behind the administration building. Gus began to read. “Generator three
The explosion wasn’t the most important thing right now, the dead coming back was. It wasn’t possible for this to happen, yet they were.
“Here, take a look.” Gus said and handed me his rifle an AR-15 with sniper scope. I held the rifle up and looked through the scope towards the prison. There were several groups of people running around inside. The sight was unimaginable. One group gathered over something; they were tearing at it, eating like vultures. Then I saw an officer running from a group of people.
“There are people in trouble. Have you fired any shots to help?”
“It won’t do any good, people are confused. They’re scared. All you’ll do is make things worse.”
Gus looked at the prison. He had stared from this tower for the past fifteen years at the same prison. It was the prison he had worked at day in and day out. Even though it was a prison, it was still a place he had spent a majority of his life, it had become a second home. It had to be hard to see it like this. “Go ahead and try.” He continued.
I took a deep breath, watched the crosshair lift above the officer who was running. When the crosshair came back down, I fired. The bullet went straight through one of the attacker’s chest. The force caused it to fall and two others fell while trying to run over it. The three got back up. I shot him again this time just below the head in the center of his neck; again he fell, then again got back up. I remembered the one in my car; I shot that one in the head maybe that was the only way to kill them. I fired again this time connected with the head. It fell to the ground and didn’t get back up.
I put the sight back on the attackers and took three shots each one hitting one of those things in the head. There was now only one person running after the officer. The officer raised his right hand, he had a gun, and he fired it into the air. I took another deep breath and just as my crosshairs rested on the attacker, a building blocked my sight.
Gus patted me on the back firmly. “You’re a good shot.”
“Did you see any of those people scatter when I fired?”
“No, I sure didn’t, that just doesn’t make sense.”
“I killed one of those things when I pulled in. They had been chasing an ambulance. The driver drove straight into the lake up front. They were blocking the road. I drove up to them and they swarmed me. One of them broke in. That thing looked deader than dead, I shot it in the face. The body is still in my car. This is like one of those zombie movies, maybe they are zombies?” Gus didn’t look surprised. “We need to get a hold of someone inside there. Is there any forms of communication up here?”
“Well my landline phone isn’t working either which means the power must have been knocked out by the blast too.”
“What about a cell phone?”
“We don’t carry them here, the only ones who do are the captains and above.”
“Well, what’s their number?” I said while fishing out my cell phone.
“I don’t know. Only ones with the numbers is the front and back gate sergeants Rob here at the back gate left this morning with the bloodhounds to train. I’m sure it’s in his office but there’s no way to get there without power.”
“Is there an emergency backup generator?” Gus went into his office and motioned for me to follow.
Inside the control room was a desk and a toilet, nothing too fancy. He picked up a black binder off the desk and started flipping through it. He came to a hand drawn map of what I assumed was the facility. He pointed to with his index finger.
“There are three backup generators. We are here.” His finger made a circling motion around a crudely drawn tower. Then his finger swept across the page to a box with the markings G3 in it. It was on the other side of the prison, almost back at the front, behind the administration building. Gus began to read. “Generator three
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