The Prison In Walking Dead Novels & Stories

“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.

Lucifer is over at the graveyard with ten of his guys. “Guys, let's spread out!” He then heads over to the truck and bends under it, “let us get this truck moved away from here.” Under the truck on the ground is an iron door with a handle. Pulling it up is a staircase going down. Looking down the staircase is dark; Lucifer and his guys climb down to inspect the place, and there inside the place are jail cells; it's dark. Lucifer orders his guys to find the main entrance. Walking through is a sewerage flow. It is stinking, and there are about twelve guys chained up in separate cells, rats running all over the place as they see filth scattered in front of the cells. The prisoners are thin as i

TWO DAYS LATER. The pack’s prison is set in a valley. It’s a really wide, ten-story structure with nothing except the empty rooms, the bars, the muddy floors, the darkness, and the stink of dust and mud in each room. Zeedar’s sitting cross-legged on the floor in one of these rooms, resting against the wall with his eyes closed. He hears the prison main door creak open before his sharp hearing picks up the slowly approaching footsteps. He can tell it’s the Alpha from the rhythm of the footfalls, and as they stop in front of his prison room, he sighs.

2026. PRESENT. SEOUL. HELL MORGATHOR PRISON. ☠️ SORA ☠️ I wake up with a long gasp. Looking around, the aesthetic tells me I’m in the prison hospital, but it doesn’t tell me how TF I got there. Just then, Jane walks in.

, Noah said, “but we’re already here. Let’s get them out immediately, or else we wouldn’t get the chance to do it again.” Inside, the building was cold and damp. The smell of sweat and blood filled the air. They hurried through the hallways until they found the cells. What they saw broke their hearts. Dozens of prisoners sat or lay inside the cages. Some were so thin their bones showed through their skin. Others looked too weak to even lift their heads. Looked like this set was abandoned. And they were not fed properly. Their eyes, however, were full of hope when they saw the group. Adrian stepped forward and broke the locks with a heavy smash of his sword.

I gripped the steering wheel so hard I heard it crack. I walked down the basement steps into the well lit area that acted as our holding cell. Twenty clear plexiglass cubes lined each side of the basement with a walking path in between. The cubes were just big enough to fit one prisoner in human form. With no space readily available they couldn't shift while being contained, eliminating their chances of breaking free.

"She's been screaming for you. The warden says she's on the verge of a breakdown." I stood up and straightened my clothes. "Let's go. It's time to put the past to rest." The Elders' underground prison was a grim, terrifying place. The silver-barred cells glowed with a cold light, designed specifically for high-risk criminals. "Clark! Clark!" Layla's voice echoed from the deepest cell. I walked up to her cage. The once-beautiful Layla was now a disheveled wreck, her hair matted and her eyes wild. Silver manacles, which burn werewolf skin, were clamped on her wrists and ankles, the flesh beneath them raw and bloody.

the man behind the counter said. The three men grabbed Chris, Evan, and Jackson’s arms and pushed them forward into the city. In contrast to what Chris saw from the elevator, the outskirts of the city appeared run down and full of poverty. Chris could see small groups of people sitting around a small fire, smoking or drinking. Many of the people he saw were very thin and didn’t have much muscle tone to them. They arrived at the prison, which was even more run down than the city was. There were water stains in the corners of the rooms and the walls were cracked. Once they had all arrived in the room, Brandon had one guard remove the weapons and helmets from Chris, Evan, and Jackson..