Two days. Two fricking days I've been trapped here, starving my guts out.

I brushed my hands against the rotting walls of my cell, remembering how they would never bother to clean and optimize it. If my guards were lazy, why couldn't I break out of here?

Normally, they would give me food every day, say something to rile me up, and run out of my solitary confinement with a smug look on their face, knowing I was powerless against their towering, blazing white walls.

My train of thought was interrupted when another growl slowly erupted from my stomach, causing me to groan in pain as I sunk to the floor- each minute grows harder to stand.

I mumbled to myself as I stared into the eyes of the camera, it's red light gazing down on me, signifying that the authorities were watching me left and right. Watching me suffer.

Normally, I would brush off their attempts at intimidation and showing dominance, but starving an inmate was complete bullshit.

Angrily, I punched the wall, hearing the wobbly walls rattle, and I could see a crack in it.

Then it came again.

The unbearable pang of hunger soared through my body, from my torso to my brain. I collapsed on the floor, my vision becoming more blurry each second I opened my eyes.

My last view was the security camera, before I passed out. And I noticed something as I was slowly falling to sleep. The red light was off.

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It was hard to stay awake, as my hunger tried to pull me down into permanent slumber, but I clinged to my consciousness as I staggered up, inspecting the security camera, which was obviously offline.

Strange… I thought, they always keep it on… I noticed the door. Electrically shut.

I reluctantly grasped my tremulous fingers around the handle, and pulled down lightly, not budging.

However, it wasn't shut because of regular electricity. It was rusted.

I knew that if I pulled the handle, it would fall off of the door. Trapping me until I starved.

My only chance was if I broke down the door. Sure. A nearly starved, mentally ill inmate could break down a door designed to keep criminals at bay.

I angrily kicked the door, hearing a loud thud! As I heard rubble falling off the door.

The hunger came back. I fell on my back, grasping my stomach while gasping for air. However, I was only down for several seconds before I got back up, furiously punching the wall.

"Come on…You weren't an inmate for 5 years to be released in 9 just to die inside this hellhole…" I muttered to myself, giving myself any sign of pep I could gather.

However, at the last punch I gave, I heard a large echo of the metal meeting flesh, and I kicked the door down, and I climbed over it, squinting, as the hallway was dark and lightless.

I walked down the hallway, eyeing inside the cells, dead silent inside, and too dark to know if any inmates are inside.

However, I saw something in front of me that made every inch of my hunger deplete, replaced with fear.

I saw a guard's body lying on the ground, face first into the cold cement, left arm and leg inside the jail cell.

Knowing better not to scream, but terrified to look behind me, I climbed to the corpse's side, ransacking his attire until I came across a flashlight.

Although initially fizzling out, the flashlight shined on the roof, where I pointed it.

Then I shone it into a jail cell, and my face paled as I saw the skeleton of an inmate toppled onto his bed, gripping his pillow, as if in pain.

I then raised my flashlight into the other cells, either showing dead corpses or inmates missing.

As I made my way to the exit door, leading to the main dining hall for the prisoners, I felt a hand grip onto my ankle, followed with a loud hiss.

I flinched and jumped back, to see the police officer I had just taken a flashlight off of his dead body, rise up from the ground and come at me slowly.

Gasping in disbelief, I staggered back, rattled. Was this guy undead? I asked myself, trying to avoid getting into its hands.

I saw that his pistol was still on the floor, and I desperately shoved the undead being to the side of me, making sure he doesn't touch me.

As soon as I had the pistol in my hands, I realized I didn't have time to reload it, as the creature was already 3 feet away.

Heart pounding, I just aimed at the being and shot at it, hearing a loud Bang! Echo throughout the prison.

Followed by three more shots, the creature went down, as if now dead.

However, the sound of gunshots seemed to have caused an uproar, as I heard and saw decomposing corpses grab the bars of their cell, shaking it violently, but when they finally broke free, I was already sprinting inside the mess hall.

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It wasn't until I reached the main hall when I reached into my pockets, where a piece of bread was hiding, and shoved it into my mouth, keeping my hunger locked away.

I had looted the mess hall, but only for a minute until I could hear banging coming from where I came in, most likely more of the creatures that tried to kill me.

Keeping my pistol at standby, I cautiously looked around me, making sure none of those…things came towards me.

As I entered the main all, I sighed in relief as I saw the main door, and I sprinted towards the door.

I squinted my eyes as I felt the blazing sensation of the afternoon sun slam onto my face.

Eying a police car in the parking lot, I dashed inside, and my heart sunk as I saw the empty spot where a key should be.

"Shit!"

I heard the gargle of the creatures coming from the entrance inside the prison. I opened up the inside of the car's wires at attempting to hotwire the vehicle.

I could hear the slam of their hands on the metal of the car, and I worked more quickly, cussing more loudly.

It wasn't long until I hear the satisfying sound of the roaring car engine, and I switched the stick shift into drive and floored it, eyeing the creatures behind me desperately try to chase me.

It wasn't long until I saw them disappear due to distance, and I slowed down, trying not to waste gas.

When I drove down to a nearby town, Scranton, I tried to revere around the hills, going slowly up, and slowly down, as long as the creatures weren't tailing me.

However, I hit the brakes when I saw a hoard of seven on the road at the bottom of a hill, just dead in front of me.

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