WENTWORTH CORRECTIONAL CENTER – CELL BLOCK D – EARLY MORNINGThe prison was quiet. The only sounds were the low hum of the lights and the occasional snore coming from the cells.Then Amelia screamed. "BLOOD! THERE'S BLOOD!"Her scream echoed through the entire cell block.Inmates jumped out of their bunks, startled and confused. Amelia sat frozen on her bed, both hands pressed against her stomach, Her face had gone pale, her jaw slack, her lips parted. Blood covered the sheets beneath her, spreading across the mattress. Her legs trembled, her knees shaking, as tears filled her eyes, spilling over and running down her cheeks in thin, wet streaks."Someone help me!" she cried, her voice cracking, her chin trembling. "Press the panic button!"Nobody needed to be told twice.The panic button was supposed to be used only for serious emergencies, but the sight of all that blood was enough to make everyone panic.Someone slammed their hand against the button, palm flat, arm swinging down h
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