The Prison In Walking Dead Novels & Stories

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 ☠️ We leave the hospital and step into the prison building. We are walking as slowly as we can and also trying not to come into contact with prisoners because even if I’m not healed, they still very much want me dead. One arm is around Jane’s shoulder while the other is pressed to my hip to support myself. The heavy iron door groans shut behind us, and the smell hits me first. It is thick, metallic, and hot.

, 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..

I quietly walked away after a glare from another Alpha, one of them afar, having sex with a prostitute who was shouting like an hyena, well, I wasn't supposed to be watching them, I was invading their privacy and I could see that, which could also mean my death and theirs as well. These rogues here found their mates and used them for power after having sex with them, they died. Heard that right, they kill their mate. I took a shovel, tears flowed down my face as I strived, wiped off my tears and loaded the last heap of sand into a bucket before they took everyone back to where we belonged. In the prison. I'm in a dark prison, the depth of darkness which has no light except for the sun outsid

“She is the member of my pack, Alpha Osiris.” The air thickened instantly. The warriors behind me shifted, ready for any command to attack that daring alpha. But I remained composed for the sake of my mate and asked. “Where is the prison?” Jace hesitated for a second. His gaze flickered towards his Luna, something uneasy passing between them. Then he nodded. “Of course. This way, Alpha Osiris.” … The pack prison was at another end of the territory near the border; the tall building dark at night. The further we walked, the quieter it became, every level reeking of crimes and sins.

After ensuring Samuel and Tristan were safe with Alison and Colby, I headed to the cells with John and Clarence. The last time I was here, Claire was the only prisoner. Now, the twenty-five-cell prison was filled. I was shocked so many survived the two-front battle. I glanced at the hunters and werewolves in their Bloodmoon red jumpsuits as we walked. They all looked broken, haunted. Logan and Finn had already worked them over, if I had to guess. Some sat huddled on their cots, rocking, muttering about monsters. Whatever they’d seen had shattered them. “What happened to the ones incoherently whimpering about various monsters?” I asked.