The Prison In Walking Dead 소설 & 이야기

The man was filled with hatred; no more compassion for him. "Will I die today?" asked Danas silently. "It turns out I can't take care of myself well." She said again. Now he was resigned to what the man was doing to him. "I really hate the face you're showing!" growled Melvin as he pushed Danas' body, making her fall to the floor. Hosh! Hosh! Hosh! The girl was able to breathe freely again, holding her neck. Her body stiffened as Melvin approached her, she tried to step back to escape, but he kept following her.

I nodded my head at him, and continued on my way. "Luna," several guys said, as they bowed their heads to me. I smiled at them as best as I could. Eric opened the door to the house, and once again turned to face me. "I'm sure," I told him, and passed him as I made my way inside. It took us longer to reach the part of the cells. Only once had I visited the cells that Alpha Jackson had. Dylan's underground prison was a lot bigger than the one from my former pack. We had been walking through a dim corridor, but I saw a huge metal door ahead of us.

"My sister wants to kill my baby! Help us! I shock my head nonstop, started to cry. "No! Kristen, that's not the true!" I was caught by a pair of big hands that almost lost my balance. I was held down like a criminal, and my ears were filled with my heavy, painful breathing. I didn't know what happened next, but the next thing I remember I lost my conscious. When I woke up, the windowless room told me that I was still in prison. The damp, rancid smell brought me back from my dream. I'm still in this damn prison, where the Adams' family secretly executed prisoners.

I could do it all the days of my life until I was able to lay my hands on their fucking Alpha King. "My king," one of the guards said with a curt nod as I walked into the prison premises. I didn't bother to respond and made my way out back where the underground prison was located. I got to the entrance and for a brief moment, I felt my dead heart skip a beat. I blinked, shocked to the core. One of my men pushed open the gate to the underground prison, and Lydia, my right hand and resident witch, took a step in, leading the way as she made to unlock the prison.

"The shape of the building is like that because the bottom end is the most basic prison reserved for the most violent prisoners. The security level is layered with the maximum strength of the three representatives, those are: werewolf, vampire and witch. My father represented the werewolf race after Matthieu submitted his proposition to the Idris Council." "I can't imagine how your mom and dad lived their daily lives in this place; it's so horrible!" Edith could only say weakly. "You're right, it is the worst. The good news is, there hasn't been a single prisoner who managed to escape from this place. That's a relief, isn't it?" Seth quipped. Seth was already holding the iron handle of the f

Within the vast, dimly lit expanse of the repurposed factory, now transformed into a makeshift prison, an air of palpable tension hung heavily. The two-story building was segmented into numerous private cells, each imprisoning individuals from four towns – a mix of Alphas, Betas, and Omegas ensnared during the operation. These cramped quarters, typically housing two or three captives, bore the weight of their fear and uncertainty. In one such cell, a family of four huddled together, their faces ghostly pale.

Cesare howled in despair but was quickly dragged into a police car. He would be sent straight to the most terrifying prison in Cecile–the Siren Prison. It was a place that jailed only the most vicious psychopaths and death-row monsters. The rest of his life would be spent in endless abuse and despair, and even the luxury of a dignified death would be denied to him. I watched the police disappear into the distance with a satisfied smirk. Wade then walked up beside me. His long fingers brushed gently across my cheek, his gaze as deep as the night sky.

“If he’s in the lowest reaches of the dungeon, it won’t be easy to get him out.” “Perhaps we can bribe the guards,” Isla offered. “It’s not them I’m worried about,” Eli replied, looking up at her. “It’s the other prisoners. I’ve only seen it once before, from a distance, but that place is hell. Men are forced to fight for food, water.... There’s no privy, no bathing facilities whatsoever. The sick are left to rot alongside the rest of the population. Once a week, bodies are dragged out and sent down a chute, behind a second locked door at the far end of the large holding tank they call The Wilderness. Getting down there won’t be hard, but getting out will be.”

"Alright. As if I still have a choice." With Arnold's escort, Dexter and Narsha headed to the central prison belonging to Arnold's pack. As Dexter had warned earlier, the place was completely different from the internal prisons Narsha had seen before. Upon arrival, the sight of the large, gloomy building, with its dull walls and barbed wire circling above, made her gasp slightly. The prison stood in the middle of a basin surrounded by a dam, like a haunted house trapped in a dark valley. Adding to the horror was that Arnold had the power to open the dam gates if the situation demanded it, flooding the prison.

The gun was raised. “Three…” Raquel had yet to count to two when a few people hastily retrieved the key and unlocked Prison 14’s thick, heavy gate. Following the opening of the iron gate, Adrian said, “Take everyone with you.” Upon saying that, he was the first to step into Prison 14. The stench of rotting corpses radiated through the prison. Adrian could see many corpses piled in one of the cells. Some of them were in the middle of the decaying process while some had already turned into bones.