The Prison In Walking Dead 소설 & 이야기

Deciding to get this over with and grabbing my coat, I head towards the prison facility. I flash my badge before I am allowed in. “Are you here to see prisoner 186?” The Head Guard asks. I nod, and he leads us through. Zade’s prison isn’t like Gerard’s, nor is it like the one any other prisoner is kept in. It is a cage surrounded by electric wires. Anyone who tries to step through it would be instantly dead, werewolf or not. There, in the middle, slumped in the chair, bound with chains, his head hanging back, is Zade.

The monsters hiding inside my head doesn’t bother me when I’m with someone. I was led to an unfamiliar hallway by two officers: one walking at my back and the other in my vanguard. I rounded my head to memorize every nook and cranny of the place. Housing security risk prisoners, there was no available map of the second and third levels of the prison. It was up to me to make up a mental drawing in my brain.

"Erza is someone I trained; she's not afraid of heaven or earth; should she be afraid of those things?" “Hey, Roger…” I nudged Roger in the waist and glared at him. “Stop saying things like that, I….” Before I finished my sentence, Roger interrupted me. “Okay, Erza, I know you're excited but take it slow. We have to wait for Alpha Ryan to finish talking before departing. Rest assured, the place you are going to is one of our four largest prisons. A place that specializes in locking up dangerous criminals. Just go to the gate, and you will hear screams echoing everywhere, the smell of blood in the air mixed with the stench of corpses.”

"You don't want me to call him, do you? He'll be pissed. He's got a busy night tonight." The guard reluctantly stepped to the side. I almost cheered as I passed him and walked towards the car. I have to admit that the fresh air felt amazing. We drive for a while until we reached a warehouse. We walked through it. We walked through this door that led underground. From there, Dorian had to scan his hand thousands of times at different doors before we were allowed to enter the main part. Each mafia has a base. A base is where prisoners are kept and the new recruits are trained. Other mafias obviously use it for other things that I won't mention right now.

He had answered coldly with no iota of feelings,now his back and they are about to get married,by the time he's done destroying him, Ethan would regret they ever met. He walked towards his room, picking his phone as he dialed a number. “What have you got “ He asked. “She was in prison,that's what the record is saying,I'm telling you this records weren't like this originally someone powerful enough messed up with this” The person at the other end said. “A prison out of nowhere,what's the name of the prison? “Downey county correctional facility” The voice answered. “The fuck is that” “It's owned by a private institution,you won't believe it”

They never did after moments like this. Back inside the van, I looked at Tristan again. Still sleeping. Still unaware of the cost of his survival. “Prepare the secondary safehouse,” I said. But even as I gave the order, I knew it wouldn’t be enough. There was one move left. One man whose signature could redraw the battlefield. The prison rose from the earth like a concrete verdict. Cold. Impenetrable. Designed to remind every visitor that power belonged to the structure, not the people within it.

The towering gates of the maximum-security prison loomed ahead, a foreboding sight that signaled the beginning of his incarcerated life. Upon arrival, the air crackled with authority as officers meticulously followed protocols to admit Ejay into the highly secure institution. Each step within the facility was shadowed by vigilant guards, their watchful eyes a constant reminder of the severity of his confinement. As he passed through multiple checkpoints, heavy doors sealed behind him, locking away any remnants of freedom he once possessed. Ejay was ushered into a cell within the confines of the maximum-security prison, the iron bars a stark testament to the formidable nature of his lifelong

According to the stories we just needed to out trick them which I had planned to do but Dalia didn't even let me think. "Two pretty she wolves for our collection! The bones will look so nice next to the others!" They clapped their hands clearly excited about that depressing thought. They giggled more as they tossed the key piece down to us. It landed with a dull thunk next to Dalia's head. "There's your prize, pretties! Much good it will do you down there!" I looked around our prison. The pit was maybe ten feet deep with smooth walls that would be impossible to climb. No handholds, no roots to grab onto. Just us, some scattered bones that I really didn't want to think about too hard, and app

He’s totally enjoying this. “Well, my sources say they were able to clear out the serial murderers hideout faster, so they left immediately. They did not want to be away from you for too long.” “And they have arrived here?” “Indeed.” “Where?” Maddox opens his mouth to answer, but Sasha beats him to it. “At prison area. You know the general one that’s meant is kind of underground and holds our prisoners??” I nod. “They are there. They brought prisoners with them.”

The Redwood Pack has two jails. The main prison is in the southern part of the pack, there are five cells, and each cell only has one person. A prison is a place for prisoners who have committed very serious violations or have been determined to be sentenced to death. The second prison is currently used to imprison dozens of half-werewolves who are Ferin's men. This prison is located in the eastern part of the pack, and there are five cells; each cell can accommodate five people.