The Prison In Walking Dead Novels & Stories

“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.

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

Steven said as he started walking towards the Beta's quarters and David walked fast behind him. I let out a sigh and followed them. We walked past the Beta's quarters and just behind it, I saw the park prison. It was a long bungalow painted in green and white. We entered the corridor of the prison and as we walked down, I had an eerie feeling.

"Thank you... He never states the date, but he always arrives when needed..." As their group continued down the path, Kenderick noticed a lonely figure sitting under a tree in the deserted part of the path. Seeing her hunched back and lonely appearance, Kenderick felt a tug in his heart, and his steps slowed down. "Is that? ... What is she doing in a place like this?" Xander muttered as he noticed the figure. The prison mostly holds hardened criminals, so the prison was built in the innermost part of the Pack, and behind it is a tall mountain area, making it a secure place without an escape route from the back.