The Prison In Walking Dead Novels & Stories

He ordered. Beta Savio was a bit confused, not sure of what he had heard. “I mean the prison that the suspect is kept in.” He explained. He walked as his beta took the lead. The prison wasn’t far from the pack house, just like how the pack meeting hall isn’t. It was a walkable distance and soon, they were standing outside. The hallway to the cells was dark, dirty water dripping from the ceiling and he did everything to avoid it. “When you will get rid of these leaks?” He asked, annoyed that water had dropped on his face.

He repeated and I turned my heels and walked away. I took big strides towards the long hallway. There were prison cells on each side. The people looked so weak and almost unrecognizable because of their thin figure. Their skin sunk and the bones were already visible. I’m certain they are being starved to death. A couple of cells show solely the skeletons and skulls; some already decaying corpses. Not only were vampires being imprisoned, there were also human beings. My steps halted in front of a big cell, big enough to lock up five people. I saw Daniel at the corner with his knees pulled up against his chest, almost unconscious. Gideon and Sage lie flat on the cold cement along with a few ra

One of the men coldly stated – before they walked away. They could only hear whispers from them now – and when they heard the huge wooden gate closed, they still waited for a few minutes before they came out to where they were hiding from. Hunter stared at Dustin and nodded at him. As if on cue, they cautiously went inside the place – which turned out to be a prison. Hunter gritted his teeth – as they rummaged the place. No one were there – except at the last prison where there was one rogue, who seemed to be guarding whoever was unlucky enough to be caught.

"Fair enough, I guess." They finish their food and head to work, squeezing into one cruiser. The drive there is silent, punctuated by windshield wipers and a gray drizzle. The morning's cool and muggy and blue. Jackson drops the three of them off at the prison. The building is a dull beige, worn down, with a few boarded-up windows, mildew coating the corners, and in between the bricks. The chainlink fence opens, barbed wire at the top squishing together as the thing slides to the left.

”We’re here,” Laurence suddenly announced while Zoey stared at her phone. She quietly switched it off and shoved all thoughts of Shawn away. Let him do whatever he wanted with the Jenners; she didn’t care. Zoey got out of the car. The walls around the prison were so high that she couldn’t see the top. This building had held her uncle for so many years, caging him away from the sun and freedom while the true perpetrator continued to live the high life.

Badar said angrily “It’s Alpha Ryan’s personal prison, he keeps his personal prisoners here. Currently there are two prisoners here and it is my duty to bring food to them every day. The button to open the door is inside the chimney of the fire place” Martha said trembling “Lead the way, I wanna see the prisoners” Badar said and Martha nodded Martha led Badar and Mahnoor to large square room which had four cells, the two on the left where occupied. They both looked at the cells in shock

Coleman replied. She was escorted out of the building and placed in an armored vehicle. The convoy drove for over an hour, taking a winding route through the city to prevent anyone from tracking their location. Finally, they arrived at what appeared to be an abandoned warehouse. But as Old Madam Kent was led inside, she realized this was no ordinary warehouse. The building had been converted into a makeshift prison. Underground levels had been constructed, complete with cells, interrogation rooms, and security systems. This was Marcus Night's private detention facility, a place where he could hold prisoners beyond the reach of law enforcement or legal protections.

Especially since all the girls here hate me and are just looking for an excuse to get rid of me because they hated the attention that Ben, Jesse and Eric were giving me. As soon as we finished breakfast we walked outside and there were people running around everywhere, there were choppers being deployed, there were soldiers rounding up people that looked like they had had a very rough night. “Are they all wolves?” I asked. “Yeah. It looks like they are finally finding all the packs without Jesse or Eric being able to tip them off.” Ben said. I stood there staring at those people who were being herded into the prison building and I couldn’t help but notice how human they looked.

Ryan's eyes opened so wide you'd fear they would pop out. He's heard a thing or two about Death Prison. He never expected he'd ever be a prisoner here someday. He heard that it was a prison with zero number of guards, but no criminal had ever managed to escape. Ryan swallowed hard. As his vision adjusted, the full structure came into view – towering walls of black stone lined with strange metallic veins that shimmered faintly under the dying sunlight.