Prison Of The Dead Novels & Stories

She sighed finally and laid back down on the freezing concrete, her breaths slow and hot. She stared up at the cracked ceiling, thinking and waiting. The words of the female prisoner she interacted with earlier came to her mind: "This prison is part of a vast underground maze. Designed like a puzzle. No matter where you run, it always leads you back here. Only the guards know the true exits. And even if you did escape, you have to be a good swimmer because it's an island surrounded by a deep ocean, filled with crocodiles. Let's say you miraculously got out there. The police wouldn't help you either. The Bloodfang group works with the government. Or rather... the government works for them. No

A deafening boom ripped through the underground kingdom. The golden eyes vanished beneath a storm of silver light. The chains wrapped around something enormous. Something beyond imagination. The city trembled. The jailer stood motionless. Holding. Containing. Enduring. Then came a sound I never wanted to hear. A snap. One chain broke. The noise echoed like a thunderclap. Then another chain shattered. And another. And another. The prison was failing. The jailer's light brightened desperately. More chains appeared. Thousands more.

“Your silver poisoning has seeped into your bones, and your wolf soul is dormant. You won’t live long. “How long is your sentence? Three years? Perfect. You’ll die not long after leaving Silver Prison. No need to dirty the cell with your corpse.” I reached out and touched my pale reflection in the mirror. Tears slid silently down my face. “Daniel, if I die, you’ll praise me for finally behaving, won’t you?”

"Is that so? I am just one step away from happiness. This is my last chance to become happy in this broken life of mine. I will not allow you to ruin it." After saying that, she approached me and wheeled me into the fire escape. I watched as the wheelchair neared the stairs. "Are you planning to kill me?" I asked. Upon letting out a long exhale, Selena released her grasp slowly. "That's nonsense. It was just a slip of the hand." My wheelchair started rolling forward on its own as Selena guffawed. Right before my wheelchair would roll down the stairs, I held the brakes. While propping myself up on the wheelchair, I rose to my feet.

“There was an assault. Clean. Fast. No security feeds survived, and over forty guards are confirmed dead. Reynolds is no longer in custody.” A sharp pain pulsed behind my eyes. “That prison was underground,” I muttered. “Built to contain the worst of the worst. There were only two ways in or out—and both were death traps.” Micah nodded grimly. “Whoever orchestrated this knew that. It was inside help. The escape was executed using one of the facility’s backup helicopters.” Of course it was. I turned my back to them, staring out the window, jaw clenched hard enough to ache. Reynolds was out.

The prisoner woke from his slumber, the sound of the prisoner's heavy breathing was clearly audible inside the cave, and if one could see what was happening outside, one could, excuse me, shit his pants. The prisoner slowly stood up, black goo ran over its massive body as more poured out from the mouth located in its abdomen. It heaved labouriously like a cat trying to throw out a furball, only this time it was a massive abomination. After a few minutes of heaving, a massive amount of black goo began to spray out of its mouth. Chunks of its decomposing innards could be seen flying with a large amount of black goo that was slowly painting the cylindrical prison walls black. Its eyes that were

Death Soldiers V Third Person’s POV Lyor and the soldiers that entered the dungeon hurriedly scoured the remaining prison cells that went deeper and darker as the pathway became wider. Lyor felt strange as soon as they saw the hanging prisoners on stakes that were just left there unattended, but his face quickly crumpled in a terrifying look as soon as a guess flashed in his mind. The prisoners that were left unattended outside their cells were merely tied by a rope on the stakes, and they could easily escape if they want to, especially since they look lightly injured from their appearance.

"He tried to escape from the prison and caused a fire, and then died instantly in the fire." "I will come to pick you up tomorrow," declared Channing. "Okay." It was raining early the following day, and the entire city appeared to be covered in a blanket of grey. Channing was at Stella's side when she appeared at the Prison of City N door, all black from head to toe. They explained their reason for being here today to the officer at the registration counter. The prison guard then led them to the location where the deceased's bone ashes are kept, saying, "These are the relics and bone ashes of Jeffrey Radomil. You can sign here and then take them away."

Everyone was holding it together for the sake of the mission, but I could see the cracks forming beneath the surface. The holding cells were just a few steps away from the main command center. Inside, there were several metal cages, each holding an infected individual—some barely conscious, others still struggling against their restraints. I could hear the occasional growl or screech, the sound of the infected reacting to the presence of outsiders.

He slowly walked around the ground floor, ducking into darks corners or into closets when he heard footsteps approaching. Soon enough, he came across a thin set of stairs, heading down into a stone floor. He checked the hallway again before sneaking down the stairs, on the lookout for anybody around. He was definitely in the right place, the room had 4 cells in it with iron bars. It had no light, except for the torchlight beaming down the stairs. He could barely see in front of him as he snuck further into the room. Small slats at the top of the cells showed the moonlight creeping in from the street. He could see brown stains running down the wall from the slats, pointing out the sewage that