Novel & Cerita The Prison In Walking Dead

My lips pulled up in a smile as his words did something to me that I never knew I needed to experience - Pride - in myself and the woman I was becoming. We turned into a dirt track and went on for a couple of miles before coming to a large gate. There were about a dozen guards here with serious, domineering features. The moment they saw Nox's car, they opened the gate and let us through, bowing their heads as we passed. Back in werewolf territory, prisons were known as dungeons and were usually in a cave of sorts or under a building with a large sign that said Dungeons. The moment we drove in though, all I could see was cornfields. We drove past miles and miles of corn before we came upon ca

“Lefteria Group has decided to oppose us by protecting Darcy and her family, so let there be blood.” Hudson stood with his hands behind his back and then dismissed his man with a wave. “Go.” “Yes, Sir.” The man nodded and left the ward for Chrysant City. Inside Chrysant Prison, there was an independent cell with two prisoners. The walls of the cell barely had any paint left. On its surface were many holes. The larger ones looked like they had been punched while the smaller ones, usually four to five in a cluster, looked like someone had poked their fingers into the concrete wall.

“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.

I didn’t know why she had stopped from killing me, but a part of me felt it might be the same reason why I couldn’t let her sit in that prison anymore. I walked to the prison cell, there were a few guards stationed there. My father had upped security around the pack border, but the prison itself wasn’t that well guarded. If I would skip dinner everyone would freak out and look for me, I knew my father was still really nervous about what had happened. I knew it was an awful thing to do to my parents, after everything they’ve been through. But it was the only thing I could think of that didn’t involve hurting any guards. I waited near the prison, far enough so the guards couldn’t smell me unti

The prison was made with a strong metal called — Felanium, which was capable of making werelions weaker. Melinda's once vibrant spirit was now worn thin, and she found solace in a corner of the prison, her body curled protectively. Her weary eyes reflecting the torment of her prolonged captivity. The deafening silence around the prison was broken by a grating sound—the metallic scrape of a key being inserted into the lock of the prison door. Melinda's heart skips a beat as the heavy door swings open, revealing Kieran and some other Lakewood warriors. Kieran was disheveled and emaciated, yet his eyes were still gleaming with determination.

After Charlie completed the formalities, he changed into the prison uniform, took his toiletries, and followed the prison guard to Area 1. When he stepped foot in the prison area, he realized that the prison was dirtier and worse than a refugee camp. Unlike in American movies and TV dramas, there was no cell ensuite with a toilet where two men shared a cell. In fact, prisoners of all races were crammed into one big cell like sardines, and the only furniture in the cell was dozens of beds.

“Which means whoever did so, has been in the pack for a while.” “Exactly. We are still trying to figure where they might have gone -” “The prison,” I say with certainty. “They would go to the prison.” I guess they were right. Those kids did have someone with them. By the time we reach the prison cells, chaos has had already spread and I can't help but look around in shock The bodies of my wolves are all around on the floor, all knocked unconscious. “How many people broke in?!” I snarl as I rush past the bodies.

Gritting his teeth, he spat out, “Frederick Lester, I curse you and your entire family!” Frederick responded with a sharp slap. “Have you not learned your lesson? Keep eating, then!” “Stop! Stop!” Completely defeated, Dominic stammered, “G-Give me a few minutes to prepare. I can’t go out looking like this!” “Three minutes,” Frederick said calmly, “starting now...” With no other option, Dominic hastily cleaned himself up and led Frederick and Willa to the state government's underground prison. It was the highest-level prison, equipped with heavy firepower and advanced AI technology.

Most looked relieved the criminal was being removed. That was three hours ago. Now I'm in a transport van heading to the Cage. The prison's in North London, underground. I can't see where we're going. The van has no windows in the back. There are four other prisoners with me. All werewolves. All convicted of various crimes. None of them are talking. The van stops. Doors open. Guards drag us out into a loading area beneath a warehouse. Everything's concrete and steel. Industrial. Cold. "Welcome to the Cage," one guard says. Vampire, ancient, bored-sounding. "You're here for rehabilitation. Follow the rules, you might survive. Break them, you definitely won't."

Was I seriously disappointed that a monster hadn't slaughtered my ex-fiancé and escaped? I push away from the ledge, disgusted with myself. “I'm heading out.” “Where—oh, I forgot. You’re still on night duty.” She looks at me. “Want me to keep you company?” I shake my head, already reaching the doorway. I trace the scar again. “No need,” I say, looking back at her. “Only one of us should suffer tonight. See you tomorrow.” An hour later, I enter the prison blocks. The air down here is always stale and freezing, and combined with the suffocating silence, it is the perfect place to hide the Guild's darkest secret: the vampires they keep alive for interrogation and blood-harvesting.