The Prison In Walking Dead 소설 & 이야기

“Greetings, Mr. Wyot.” Wyot ignored the bodyguards kneeling on the ground. He opened the restriction seal and entered the prison. The prison was underground. He walked toward the depth along the passageway. It was a winding passageway. The bottom of the passageway could not be seen. Soon, Wyot arrived at the depth of the underground. There was a prison cell in the depth. It was dark and humid, and in it was a lady sitting cross-legged.

Am I making him feel uneasy because I'm Hardins mate, and technically now his Alpha too? It wasn't long before we reach the 'jail house', and I call it that because it's not the average underground cells. No, this is a building built from very old stone and concrete, with no windows or doors, meaning anyone can just walk in here. Walking in it's a huge empty room full of leaves and dust, until you reach the bottom, and there's a single metal door on the floor already lifted up. I suppose it is underground. I thought.

The penitentiary sat at the edge of the city like a wound no one wanted to acknowledge, tall, gray, surrounded by razor wire, and humming with a quiet dread. Alma had never imagined she'd voluntarily enter a prison, especially not to seek the truth about her father’s downfall. Yet here she was, hand in hand with Roman Hartwell, stepping into the dark heart of the past. The metal gates clanged behind them. Inside, the air was thick with disinfectant and stale regret. A guard led them down a sterile corridor, their footsteps echoing. Alma's heartbeat pulsed in her ears.

"I've been living here for five years, can I still get out? Instead of this, it's better to die." The woman's emotions were unstable, and she rushed towards Larry to frantically grab the toothbrush in his hand. Larry was stunned, five years can break a person into this? Are there no other security measures inside the prison? "Get back!" Wanda stretched out her foot and kicked the woman back with one leg. The cell went crazy, and the women rushed over frantically, all wanting Larry's healthy body to solve their sexual needs. "Get the hell back." Wanda shouted. It scared off a lot of people.

I didn’t know attempted murder was enough to land me in this hellhole. “Move!” I’m pushed, jolting me out of my thoughts, and I begin to walk forward. The officer’s grip on my shoulder is firm, almost bruising. It’s a silent reminder of the power he holds over me. Approaching the wire fence, I can feel the electric current coursing through it. There’s a faint buzzing in the air, like an angry swarm of bees. Any prisoner who attempts to escape from this prison will be electrocuted to death.

If I was lucky he would snap my neck instantly, but of course I was never one for luck. With every step, the man's nails sunk deeper and deeper into my arm. The tears that well up in my eyes I blink away, unwilling to let them see my pain. We approach a giant cement building. The entrance is covered in shrubs and if you didn't know the land, the door would never have been seen. Yanking me into the building after quickly inputting the password, he shuts the door behind us. An eerie chill runs up my spine as I take in the prison. The walls are lined with unconscious prisoners chained to the walls. The bars are clearly made of silver and the smell of vomit and blood causes me to gag. We walk ha

“You’re nothing like him, you know. You’ve already proven that.” He leaned into her touch for a moment before stepping back. “Thanks, Mom. I’ll be back soon.” The journey to the prison was a somber one. The subterranean dungeon, hidden beneath the dense forest on the pack’s outskirts, was a stark reminder of Robin’s fall from grace. The guards stationed at the entrance straightened as Michael approached, their respect for him evident in their bowed heads. Inside, the air was cold and damp, the dim torchlight casting eerie shadows on the stone walls. Michael’s footsteps echoed as he made his way to the cell where Robin was confined.

Dylan's POV I walked into the dungeon, my mind still reeling from the phone call I had received. The warden's voice had been laced with panic as he informed me that several prisoners had been found dead. As I made my way through the dimly lit corridors, I couldn't help but wonder what could have caused such a tragic event. The dungeon was a maximum-security facility, and the prisoners were kept under close surveillance at all times. I turned a corner and saw Kane, and Damon already taking charge of the situation. They were standing outside the cell block, their faces grim.

At first I couldn't see anything. It was too dark. But after squinting... I realized those weren't shadows. They were people. People locked inside prison cells. It was a dungeon. The prisoners sat curled into themselves. Weak. Bruised. Half naked. Covered in wounds. Sofia moved closer to me. [Do you think they're the bad people who took Mom?] [Of course they're bad!] She answered before I could. [They're in prison!] [We should leave!] [Wait.]

"We are ready to get out of this disgusting place." The news hit them all at once; they didn't expect that kind of information. The dream of someday getting out of prison was one that all three teenagers shared, life was hard behind the thick bars, and it was even harder if you were there unfairly. The three boys could only imagine five percent of what the world was like and the freedom of living in it. "It's impossible to get out of here, Jack," Annette's dry voice brought everyone back to reality. "It's not," he affirmed "this time, it's going to work," and he assured with a slight smile.