Bright lights, loud sounds and gunfire. Everyone standing up in a chaos. Some guards storming in down the center of the building and screaming. Absolute shock for most, Dillon was numb to these events. Though sleep deprived his main focus was on calming himself down and getting Belle ready. He was thinking that she might need some help in this situation, he began to stand up and focus on her, but she too was calm and prepared. “What trained her to react so well?” Dillon wondered, his hand extending down to hers to help her stand up.

  Crosby and his followers were not reacting the same way. They were scrambling and panicked. Reacting like prey in the wild Dillon thought. He did not wish to help them, instead he wanted to make sure Belle and himself managed to escape outside without many problems. His whole body was sore from the beating last night and his nose felt swollen, hopefully factored and not broken. Belle was sporting two black eyes and a busted lip, she probably had other injuries he didn’t know about but both of them were rather worse for wear. Dillon remembered he was supposed to report to Sergeant Gonzalez at 0500 but none of them had watches.

  Looking over the room Dillon saw guards randomly hitting people with their batons and people rushing outside as fast as they could. There was a man on the toilet Dillon drank from and two guards were heading over to that direction. Belle and him standing now, pushing forward and following people outside. He had to focus on where they were supposed to meet, and maybe today he would “Sound off” when spoken to if only to avoid Belle getting abused again. He didn’t know how much more he could take let alone her. They rushed outside away from the moist building that smelled of sickness. Instead this gave way to a smell of dirt, a familiar dirt. Dillon had smelled this one time when he trained with the Marines in California.

  This dirt and cold air rushing through him nose reminded him of a good hard day full of shooting and marching with a 100 pound pack. It lifted his spirits if only slightly as they rushed toward their meeting spot. Sgt Gonzalez was standing there looking frustrated already. He was staring at the assembling group of prisoners. He seemed to be waiting for something. Falling in to formation Dillon avoided looking like he was with Belle. For he knew the kind of torture they could wreak upon you if they knew a weakness. He stood statue-essque and remained at attention while more joined him. Out of his pes he noticed that none of the platoon sergeants were doing anything yet. Once the moving all stopped, the area outside of their cell house was quiet. Not a person spoke, inmate or guard alike. They could all hear something inside of their cell house though. Without looking Dillon focused in. He could hear banging sounds and a scream from inside. Sounded like a bowling ball had struck metal, and the sound of a stick being beaten against something. Sergeant Gonzalez looked at the tiny platoon of medical volunteers “What was report time?” He looked blankly at the platoon. Dillon consistently being fearless, couldn’t help himself “0500 Sergeant.” Sgt Gonzales looked at him “It’s 0540.” Another inmate spoke up “We don’t have watches sir!” Sgt. Gonzalez snapped and stepped through the ranks in two giant steps, arriving at the smart-ass and grabbing him by the throat, spit flying from his mouth.

  “FIGURE IT THE FUCK OUT MAGGOT” he threw him backwards with a thrust and shoved his way through the platoon, “One of you will be entrusted with a time-piece. I expect the entire platoon to be out here on time. Do you understand?” everyone spoke this time, remembering the lesson learned from the previous day. An audible “Yes sergeant” was heard from the platoon. He threw a watch at a red haired prisoner next to Dillon. He was so glad not to have received the watch. For he knew the responsibility that watch had, that watch was a ticking time bomb.

  When 0500 rolled around and you didn’t manage to gather up everyone you would be the one held responsible for the failure and die. Dillon had been through so many Special Forces academies and law enforcement training that he completely understood the situation and had to plan for the eventuality that he himself ended up with that death clock. Sgt. Gonzalez continued. “If you work hard enough, you will be rewarded. You will work hard enough to get to phase 2 of this prison, and if you continue working hard from there you can even gain entrance into the 3rd phase of Camp Leito and gain your freedom from this place.” Dillon looked around at the other work groups and they were all receiving the same speech. He wondered and figured there was a trick to it.

  The truth was probably that it was impossible to escape Camp Leito and that freedom inevitably meant death. However; it could be possible too that maybe you actually could work yourself out of this prison. Either way Dillon would play the game of staying off the radar as to avoid any unnecessary attention. What he needed however; was food and a better place to gather water from. That was on his mission. “March.” They marched off, out from the front of their barracks onto the gravel road that lines their phase of the prison. Once they were on the road they were marching past other barracks, some already had inmates out god-knows-where and there was no one to be seen. To his left he could see the backs of some buildings shaped differently than the barracks. There was smoke rising from them and peculiar smells, some fowl and some smelling like food. To his right were the other barracks buildings. The dust from others walking on the gravel road was in the air, the cold morning breeze whisking it past their faces. Dillon tried using his optic on some of the architecture to see if he could detect anything that could help him out. They kept on walking and he scanned a large building to his left, surprisingly coming up with some information.

  Guard Huts, of unknown purpose. Structure made of organic and concrete materials, energy consumption much larger than surrounding areas. Constructed this year. Guard huts, he thought. So close to our barracks, 5 minutes’ walk. Making a note of that. The walk was taking a turn now slowly curving Dillon could see past the fence that lined the whole walkway and see that there was a gate coming up. The gate led to a long walkway that looked that led to the guard huts and some other buildings Dillon could see a building shaped like a cross from his point of view and further gates ahead leading into this area. Marching forward he began noticing the members of his platoon who were not once in military.

  They were out of step and Dillon hoped that that would not cause them grief. Marching past more barracks shaped buildings on the right now they were approaching the cross -shaped building. It had slit windows and cage around the backside of it this building in particular was of interest Dillon. Without warning Sgt. Gonzales stopped and held up his hand. He said “I need to volunteers” Belle raised her hand as did another inmate. Gonzales instantly pointed to them and said “go.” he pointed towards the gate. Belle stepped off the walkway and approached the gate and Sgt. Gonzales walked with them opening the gate so they could approach the cross shaped building and the gravel path that led up to its front door.

  Dylan was upset now he did not want to be separated he didn’t know what the building was and this caused him great anxiety. Sweating with a sense of small panic overcoming him he calmed down and realized he had no control of the situation “don’t focus on things you can’t change” Dillon said to himself. It’s he could see Sgt. Gonzales walk Belle and this other man up to the front door of the building and he waved his hand in front of it opening the door the three of them went inside. After five minutes of waiting there Dillon decided the scan this building to see if he could see any knowledge but it was no avail his optic did not show anything other than a concrete structure recently built using organic materials he can catalog listen to any thing he had seen before the purpose of this building wasn’t known to him.

  They waited on the walk in silence breeze blowing past them naked Dillon could smell in the air strange things he had never smelled before. He couldn’t make up what they were was almost like some familiar chemical. While they waited there he tried to enjoy the breeze calm down almost falling asleep in place where he was he notice his body was beaten broken and bruised how hungry tired and thirsty he was truly a bad situation. It was about this time Sgt. Gonzales came out of the front door and came up to the gate separating platoon from the building again all he had to do was wave his hand in the gate opened and closed behind him. Turning it all started walking and platoon followed as if by instinct forward they went to see another pathway now crossing from where he was to what appeared to be the north side of the ship date.

  Incredibly many students take continued walking down the gravel pass was to gates to their left and more barracks buildings to the right. This places massive Dillon thought because they had been walking for a very long time. John took notice of how many barracks buildings there were over here and they roughly all appeared to be the same size soon shape. When they walked none of them spoke to each other and Dillon just focused on how Sgt. Gonzales walked with a sudden sucking confidence about him. He could tell this was a man who believed in his job. They approached another gate coming up on their left side and it will be prepared for the inevitable. He had planned on raising his hand for the next time Sgt. Gonzales would ask for volunteers because he knew it was a bad thing to be the last man. Sgt. Gonzales held up his hand of the makeshift platoon of inmates came to a halt. He opened the gate stood off to the side as he ushered everyone in the gate closed behind the last man and they continued walking they passed several ranking guards and seemingly random inmates. Everyone walked with a sense of purpose there is no one stopping on the side of the road talking or dawdling this gravel path was well beaten.

  Immediately through the gate Dylan could see that how truly massive that cross shaped building Belle was in truly was. Because there was an entry way to the cross he building on this side also it was about 50 m and had of to the left. To the right is immediate right however there is a small building with smoke coming out of it and inmates carrying barrels out the back entrance setting them in stacks. Dylan could see 30 barrels of an unknown substance. They kept walking until they got to the front door of the cross shaped building again this time Dylan decided to wait as the building would have likely a singular purpose and he wanted to know more about the camp as possible so his reunion with Bell would have to wait plus he thought to himself the building is so large that I probably wouldn’t be able to see her.

  They came to a stop at the front door and searching is always us for two more volunteers many people raise their hand and so simply poised to move away for the over the procedure was the same he left Dylan’s platoon out on the walk as he entered the building for about five minutes and then he returned to them continuing their walk forward. Dylan noticed there were more large buildings on the right-hand side of the walk and he could see a very tall and massive shaped structure I had of him when the distance off to his left. What Dylan could make out of this is it look like there were more inmates on the right side at these tinier buildings so they must be work camps or some other form of labor.

  On the left he had no idea what that strange shaped building was but he could also see the massive shaped structure in the distance and between their there was a fairly large five-story building inside or around it along their walk to his surprise turns all is that I will ask for any more volunteers they kept marching until Dylan could see a gate to another path that he had never noticed before he must be on the north side of the camp he thought. They approached the massive structure Dylan had noticed earlier and when they got closer to it till could see what looked like ambulance and ambulance type vehicle hanging out in front. Sgt. Gonzales stopped the platoon and turned around he said the rest of you will all be working inside here today your to go in and report to the I will be back to retrieve you when the day’s work is over. He gave the platoon on and them more outdoor. Building there were in a hallway. The hallway at the far end had a sliding door on the left one on the right straight ahead of them. There were guarding them.

  The guards halted the platoon and put. Against the wall and once the debate was cleared once he and Maia had been searched of the sliding doors to the end of the hallway the guard at the end towards the road door on the right the door and there I opened and the inmate is.. Two guards closest which is now just a small group of them cigar guard came up and was inspecting the inmates suck which one Dylan looked down he could tell there was something in it. The guard pulled him aside guard pulled him aside and the guard had him walk towards the door that was leading into the center of the building. But when the guard opened the door to go into the center rather than the two sides the inmate took off running into the open door on the right side.

  Within seconds the card that was holding the door open for the inmate had in a split second wrapped his arm around the inmate’s neck when he went to go into the room on the right side. When his arm was wrapped around the inmates neck keep instantly dropped him to the ground and was choking him out rendering the inmate defenseless. Another guard jumped on top of the inmate on the ground now. Dylan has groups when the guard stood him up they patted him down I felt something in the front of his shirt. He lifted up his shirt and Dillon could see that there will was a colostomy bag on the inmate and that it was full of blood now.

  The inmate spoke “when you slam me I think something really effect up with my bag.” The guard shoved him against the wall know what is in your sock and they began searching him one guard had control of the inmate by the neck with his face pressed against the wall it is his will behind his back electronically restrained. They patted down his right leg all the way down to his socks they pulled out a 5 inch metal object wrapped in cloths looked like a homemade weapon.

  The guard looked inmate discussed asked him “do you have anything else on you?” The inmate replied “check my other sock.” Cigar looked frustrated and shoulder checked the inmate into the wall hard busting his nose and blurting it immediately. Guard began searching the left side of the inmates body now starting with the shirt collar checking chest with a hand swiped sliding his hands down the left arm to the end of the extrusive cuff and back to the inmates chest swiping the lower stomach checking in between checking in between the underwear and his pants and transitioning down his legs. Dylan saw the guard conduct a groin sweep and noticed that the card was positioned at a 40 feet 5° angle and what was contemplated stance. This matter guard must have been trained in some form of hand-to-hand combat or self-defense techniques. Dylan was very familiar with many styles of martial arts.

  He knew that if the guard was standing this way will searching someone that he had undergone some form of training they can react like this. Dylan thought if everyone had receive this type of training that worked here he would have a harder time when he tried to escape he would have to avoid physical confrontation. Especially since he noticed how fast they took the inmate out and took him to the ground. When the guard reached the inmates sock here transition into the kneeling position but he was still in a bladed stance so that he could react if that inmate had attempted to do anything. Dylan saw the guard at the sock down and pull out another 5 inch long homemade looking weapon.

  The guard stood up and pulled out his gun pointed to the inmate’s head making booking weapons in here is a serious offense. Do you understand me? The inmate replied “I’ve been down a long time I just know I need to protect myself”. The guard grabbed him by the neck and was shaking with rage when he said “you can’t protect yourself from this” and the guard shot him in the head three times. Dylan could see the brain blood matter fragment onto the wall and splatter against the whole wall blood fall onto the floor. The body instantly fell limp and they let it crumble downward to the floor. The guards turned around and stationed themselves in the hallway again. This time with more focus. The guard called Dylan up now and place them against the wall searching him Dylan was clear of anything. The guard sat him down and close the door on the right side of the hallway. They open the door on left side of the hallway. I sent Dylan through the store.

  Going to the store there is a guard at a podium. The guard motioned for him to come over. Dylan stood at attention a good distance away from the podium. The guard was writing in the book and did not look up to me Dylan’s case. Dylan stood there awkwardly for a moment shifting his eyes around to take in view of the area they were in. This is the weirdest designed hospital environment Dylan had ever seen. The guard at his podium had a wall surrounding three sides of him that. So when the guard was sitting down in his chair he had a desk Dylan could see computer some buttons and that look like the guard was writing onto some digital paper when Dylan showed up.

  The guard finally looked up from his desk and told Dylan to have a seat behind. Dylan looked and there were rows of blue plastic chairs. Dillon entered and was directed to sit down on these plastic looking blue chairs. There was an officer surrounded by a large square desk where he could see that the officer had a couple different monitors to watch over. Upon entering Dillon looked to his immediate left and saw a long hallway lines with what looked like cell doors, fresh blood and drag marks were evident on the tile below his feet. If he had to guess, multiple people had just been brutalized and murdered, and then dragged out of the area in an unknown direction. Dillon didn't know much, but he wasn't dying today.

  He wouldn't give in to them, and if necessary he would wreak havoc upon them with his optic. The Officer at the desk was waiting for him arms crossed and ready, "Sit" he said and pointed at the blue chairs. Chairs, Dillon thought. They let me sit in chairs. A few more from the entry sally port came in, Dillon was pleased to see that most everyone had survived the strip search. He was on edge from the amount of killing that had went on. Regardless of his training, he thought to himself "They'll kill me in a heartbeat if I stand out. I'm not trying to fight for my life just yet.” He could tell some felt more panicked than others, most of the people actually weren't used to this scale of punishment and horror. This was reminiscent of the holocaust, a terrifying thought indeed.

  The world government had been focused on "Fixing" the human race before we destroyed ourselves. The current state of things was appalling. Dillon remembered how the sanctions came down, it was first seen from afar as everyone was happy about it. Except those effected by the prison system, their families, children, etc. The government passed a universal law that if you had a prison sentence over 100 years you were converted to the death penalty. Then the death penalty program was sped up exponentially as well. At this time instead of waiting for decades you were bumped down, it was about a five year wait until sentencing date until execution.

  Which in the beginning caused a gigantic up rise and unrest at the sheer mass of numbers that were to be executed. The numbers were literally in the thousands per day for the first week, due to everyone over 100 years being converted. Then the push on the already existing prisoners who had been waiting for years in states or areas without the death penalty. It was to unburden the prison system, and to benefit society as a whole. Why should our tax dollars be put to work feeding and taking care of a prisoners medical expenses, right? That had been the main selling point. In future years, he recalled, after the civil unrest had died down only slightly, they imposed a sanction to where you had to take a test to get out of prison.

  The test would determine your recidivism rate, and to what percent you would return to society as a functioning member. If you took the test and were not above a sixty percent chance of being a functioning member of society, you failed. And had to re take the test. You could only take the test once per year. This incentive was to make prisoners do something aside from drugs while they were incarcerated, even if you had a three year term you still had to pass the test so you had better get to straighten your shit out if you wanted to see your family. The repercussions and riots from this landed in a ridiculous influx of minorities being arrested and imprisoned for crimes against the government and states they were in.

  Some began to band together and form militias in bigger cities, almost fortifying the run down parts into a bunker or blockade, where no laws existed. Local law enforcement could all but contain the area and detain the rest. This build up is what lead to major civil war within the United States, it was but the beginning of the cogs turning towards total devastation. Dillon was recalling the rest of the history when the guard spoke "Stand up" everyone rose. The guard came over, he was eating a sandwich and staring at them rather precariously. Everyone was silent and looking forward. One man standing just to the left of Dillon was shaking. The guard noticed this, and while licking his finger clean of whatever morsel was on his sandwich he spoke "Scared?" the inmate shook his head no, but proceeded to piss his pants in front of everyone.

  The other inmates stepped away from him as he looked down at himself, trembling. He was a pale fellow with greasy black hair and dull eyes. To be honest, Dillon didn't recall seeing him before. Everyone silent and focused on the situation the pale man shaking holding his hands together looked up at the guard, "I'm sorry." "I-I-I'll clean it up." He looked down at the puddle of piss leaking from him. The guards face went from relaxed and jovial, to beat red and furious.

  The guard wiped his hands on his pants stepped back and lifted his right wrist up Dillon knew this meant the guard was using his communication system Dillon knew this because he himself had used this in military. The display system was very secure and you needed security glasses or contact or optics used to see information. Much like the ancient laser systems used early 21st-century where you have pack 15 laser system on your rifle you were the only one to see your laser through your night vision goggles because it was being displayed a frequency only tuned in to your night vision goggles. The guard stepped back and smugly raised his eyebrow and crossed his left foot over his right leaning against the countertop looking at the group. One of Dylan’s members opened his mouth spoke “should we help him clean up?” The guard spoke this time nodding his head if only slightly it’s too late for that now he mumbled.

  Dillon was furthest away from the entrance door since he was the first to sit down in his group. What he saw was a team of guards enter that a slightly different uniform than the ones he was used to. They entered with speed and intensity. Dylan instantly knew this was some sort of quick response team and they were about to get this ship it out of them. When the first guard stepped foot in their area all of the electronic restraints that Dillon and his other inmates were wearing activated.

  Unknown amounts of electricity was being conducted through the restraints and being sent into their bodies instantly paralyzing and crippling all of them they fell to their knees and most tests themselves one pacing himself again. Dylan could all but barely lift his head to view what was going on. The four guards who entered had whipped out a night stick one used in older prisons and they were all beating different members of Dylan’s prison group. Straining himself Dillon looked up with squinted eyes as his body convulsed he could not control his body but his mind was absolute “this sucks” Dillon thought to himself as he witnessed a rather decorated guard come through the door Dillon knew this was the team’s supervisor or the supervisor in the area.

  Man spoke “do not”. The man assaulting the inmates seem to silently acknowledge but don’t know if the message was for them him... Dillon was repeatedly with to the ground. All he could feel again his mind isolated himself he did not feel it for of his fortress. The beating went on for now felt so tired his eyes open blow he controlled his first breath in and let it exhale. He was using his ears to listen then on the situation the beatings had stopped his eyes were open but he wasn’t processing the situation he was flat against the cold ground he could feel grits of dirt and liquid on his face his right eye stung quite badly his left beginning to clear up now he saw everyone collapsed on the ground defeated. It was almost as if this was the moment that everything sucks sunken for them where they defeated and beaten so badly they cannot get up? Or how they all succumbed to the situation and given and finally on day one.

  The amounts of blood and liquid on the ground when he looked at the other inmates collapsed on the floor he could see gashes on the back of heads and fingers broken on others and wet clothing probably bruises from under there prison jumpsuit. The quick response team was gone. How long have they been laying there? The guard from the desk stepped out and kicked the closest inmate in the face so hard the inmate flipped over halfway “get the fuck up before I have you all thrown into the buildings.” Dillon tried pushing himself up opening his eyes but consciousness was not close to him he felt so tired and exhausted and sore and he didn’t know how much damage to body had actually sustained in recent days but it was definitely slowing him down.

  Somehow he was on his knees now and most everyone else was attempting to get up also. The man who had just been kicked in the face was completely unconscious however as were to others because they were not moving at all. The guard looked at Dillon and said you. “You.”... “You are going to clean this mess up and you’re going to get everyone together in three minutes and be ready to start work.” Though the guard didn’t know it Dillon was looking at this man thinking “you stupid mother Fokker this is an impossible task you set me to I’m going to fail.” John inside of his mind and started for body his optic had missing information to him without cause.

  He was getting names and information clips was videos of all the inmates he was looking at a new now all of them where they lived where they were from how long their prison sentence was how many times I’ve been incarcerated their visitors at other prisons there last time to visit every conduct report in time they had ever been written up there last commissary orders what they typically ordered an eight video footage of them fighting reports of some of them requesting protective custody before one of them for molesting children Dillon was getting a constant stream of information that he had to really focus on to stop confused he turned his head and looked at the guard and was retrieving information from him to blinking Dillon was taken aback is learning a lot about this place and was wondering around his optic scanning every item in the area to his surprise the composition of the walls was the same as the walks which meant human bodies and particularly their bones were in the mix for the concrete that had been laid here how could this be practical Dillon wondered to himself taking control over his optic mind was F right now as were a few of the others he choked out the words clean this up get your ship together stand that.

  One of the other inmates looked at Dillon and said “how are we going to clean this out” Dillon said “figure it out we don’t have time”. The inmate was looking around for a model or something to there was nothing in the immediate Dillon still trying to close his eyes and spoke all I said figured out. Take off your jumpsuit mop this kid up care get it done”. Dillon shifted his focus on his intense demeanor began to display itself “and you get the right. The guard walked away when it first issued the orders to Dillon and Dillon knew he would be returning any second hopefully without another quick response to because Dillon didn’t know how much more damage she could take. It was a horrible mess they were collecting themselves but they began to pull through two of them were passed on the floor and they had decided to line them up next to each other in all Dillon had 11 coherent inmates.

  He could hear the guard returning now “hurry up put your clothes back on stand in formation”. Dillon said. There they stood 11 of them but it is a con whatever this guard was going to throw at them the floor was cleaned up somewhat though smeared blood and urine did not leave the best smell or their cleanup job with the best in general. All of their jumpsuits were basically soaking wet with either blood or urine at this point and though they tried to remain clean since they got here they were all absolutely filthy now. The guard was walking down a hallway behind where the desk was that one could see the guard walking towards them passing Sit-down station for use of the communications device.

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  The guards heels were hitting the floor the sound echoing off the walls the guard yelled to them “I see your shifts together” the guard kept walking towards him he had a smile on his face not. The only problem was the guard couldn’t yet see the two still collapsed on the ground freezing but unconscious. As he got closer he saw the feet and said pick them up bring them with us”. The guard said follow me its clear”. People behind Dillon didn’t need to be told they grabbed the two from the floor and started carrying/dragging them to wherever they were going they walked past the front of the desk for the hall the guard just came from the on try to peek in the door that was immediately to his left he could see very well through the window but there were some desks in their coffeepot and some medical supplies to the right another door the word vault on it but it was solid steel there was no glass they kept walking and now they were near the computer the Dillon had saw earlier. Not computer.

  Workspace for the communications device. The room opened up which he could not see from where he was earlier but there were more desks and curtains like you would have a doctor’s office and some sinks and cabinets. They kept walking past this area and now they approached an intersection of hallways the left was a gurney strapped to the wall they went straight however and kept walking down the hall their feet the only sounds in the area echoing off the concrete walls.

  They walked for a minute or so the guard looked back periodically to see that they were still struggling to keep up with his face and carry the two that were unconscious the guard opened the door that they had arrived to. They were on the backside of the building there it was fenced in the gate and there were a pile of bodies about 50 feet from where they were bodies looked all sorts of messed up in some just badly beaten and some sickly. There were prisoners loading up the bodies on a large metal red cart. The guard turned to them and said “now watch what they do” Dillon watched as they piled the last body onto the cart the inmates then took the car to the gate where the gate opened and the inmates walked out of view with it once on the other side of the gate the gate closed and guards met up with them yelling at them to walk faster.

  The guard that was with Dillon’s group said “I need half of you to come out here and assist with loading the bodies on the carts now”. Dillon being in the front half of the group stepped forward with five others and while they were walking towards the pile of bodies inmate McGraw said to the guard “what we do about to let her unconscious” the guard said “those are the first to your filing on the cart you’d better hurry up before you join them”. McGraw looked at the guard in the eyes and Dillon could see he was at a complete loss for what to do he was stunned shaken.

  The two in the back that were carrying their unconscious inmates kind of set them down in drag them with the working group over to the pile and drop them off and went back to the guard at the door the guard took the rest of the group inside and left Dillon and his five inmates to work from out in the yard Dillon could see in this fenced area there were inmates returning with red carts through a gate on the other side of the yard and they would come to the pile of bodies and stack them up in a different inmate would take them out meeting up with guards who escorted them somewhere. The pile of bodies didn’t stink so it must have been fresh. Dillon wondered where all the bodies came from low net supervision was still Dillon knew that if they did not work they would be beaten again if not murdered where they stood.

  There were already five or six inmates out here loading a new car Dillon’s group was just standing around and Dillon asked the man loading up the car “what do you” the he just grabbed a body by the claimant have a fresh Corp. sitting on the solid metal cart was loud. Dillon and his group still just standing there look to 10 spoke openly do”. Eight kept working the kind of stepped around the large file now at least 10 feet 75 to 100. Closer they confronted another worker “what do you want us to do? The worker looked up with the death Leo gaze said... In the Greta cart took the scene and hit. Backside of the building and there is a gigantic pile of bodies about 50 feet from the rear door were a lot of inmates with red carts is on the carts when a car was full and you couldn’t fit any more bodies onto it which at the time Dillon didn’t know if there is an exact number need to be on their or not.

  The inmate took it to the gate beside a guard met up with at a gate on the other side of the yard the process continued thing else in the yard only or to the pile of bodies big enough. From the fenced in area Dillon could only see the other buildings? And he hoisted on top of conscious members of their grade done to come conscious or if it was a test and that if they did it listens orders and be beaten again I group protested and were getting bodies piled on top of them now. The pain in his stomach he was tired son was in the sky now calm down. At least they words Dillon thought to himself the casual pace helping pop onto the cart on the file never seemed. So their armies snapped leaving only skin and holding the arm still on the body.

  There are probably cameras area his optic to scan he was too tired to hungry to sort. He wondered if you would maybe you should research he thought to himself the Loading bodies and it appeared that were already here were the one and Dillon’s group was the one stacking the bodies. Good the lesson our chances of survival and doing this for a couple hours now and every so often additional would come out for that would have Dillon’s his group bringing the bodies out a worried his. Situation he wanted to sleep with.

  Every so often Dillon’s other half of the group would bring out a cart from the back door and they would dump it off right outside and then returned inside with the first guard they had met at the front desk. They didn’t have time to ask them questions about where the bodies were coming from but from the hollowed look on their faces Dillon didn’t know if he cared to Dillon didn’t know if he cared to. They had actually put a good-sized in the pile there is probably only 30 or 40 bodies now Don had no long no idea how long they had been working on this project and didn’t know what would happen if they had finished maybe they would use some of them for bringing bodies out after the pile of diminished. Late into the day they still brought bodies out of the back door and pile them onto the carts from the main pile no guards ever step back in this area there Dillon didn’t know why.

  This is the quietest group of workers he had ever encountered he didn’t know why they were supposed to talk but from the man who said earlier no talking the rest of them kind of just listened. Dillon was trying to occupy his mind with thoughts of the past things he knew about the mission things he knew about what was going on the more he solidified his intelligence about the situation the better his odds are of surviving. He was thinking about how the prison evolved and that somewhere along the lines the government lost track of what they are trying to do or they just knew exactly what they were trying to do sanctions on prisons went from 50 year sentence is an above were converted to the death penalty that was brought down to anything above a 10 year sentence was converted to the death penalty and the death penalty only took you three months to complete in addition to this even if you had a one year sentence or three year sentence you still had to complete pricing. The above section should be a conversation between Dillon and another inmate.

  Dillon tried to occupy his mind with this thoughts of Bell how she was doing what she was up to if she was still alive he had guessed from the time of day from the sun and when they had started he knew it was past noon but he had no way to judge time is his optic he thought about checking see what was going on but he didn’t want to alert anyone he didn’t know what kind of technology was around here best avoid that altogether he was surprised they didn’t have sensors on the way into detect people using bionics but bionics like his were not so popular as was the book project black level and when the time it was created this a try not to focus on his body how sort was how tired he was the sun beat down on them and exhausted him sweat dripping out of his body hours and hours of hard work without food or water had left him completely parched his mouth his tongue felt like a towel his mouth was beyond dry at this point he was placing himself in a survival situation sun was beginning to get really hot.

  Dillon knew if he was dehydrated the others were as well at some point they would have to give them water Dillon thought or people would begin passing out but then to he thought they would just end up on the pile of bodies better the strong survive. The pilot bodies began to get down to the point where they no longer had to work as hard to keep the same level there is about only 20 bodies now and it too seemed that fewer and fewer carts returned however they still worked diligently. Dillon was walking over to the entry door to load up cart of bodies in a called he waved for another inmate to follow him over the dry grass crunched slightly beneath his feet pensive

  Salton chemical in the air prevented him from an inmate followed him over trudging along as they had done all day. “Hey. Should we finish?”” The other inmates said to them Dillon looked up inquisitively these were the first words anyone had said to him all day once they had started working Dillon raised his eyebrows and looked around for any buddy who would be watching them “what you mean?” Together they lifted up the body and hoisted on the cart their hands and closing forearms completely soaked in stained dried blood at this point and other chemicals or liquids rather. “But if we just kept working if only slightly until rest of the day was up if we finish you don’t know what they’ll do. I can’t take any more of this I’m exhausted.” The man looked at Dillon could tell that he was physically exhausted the man is frail as it was but he had deep dark circles under his eyes pale skin like the rest of the sickly people around here and he could see the cheek bones coming through his face

  This is not a man and Dillon’s group’s is a man who had been here a while Dillon said “is to keep working on till told otherwise” Dillon licked confidence. The man and replied looking around back and forth this I can get out of here boat Dillon looked at the now panicked inmate listen “don’t do anything stupid to get us all in trouble again we’ve already been beaten down once today” this time and inmate back at the main pile had overheard them talking and looked over with a hushed voice and said “stop talking.”. He looked over as did the other inmates all like they had been doing something they were supposed to Dillon wave them off as to not alarm any guards that might be watching what they were doing.

  Dillon said “just relax me worry about tomorrow” the inmate looked at Dillon and Dillon could see in his eyes gone yet already made up her mind on whatever he was about to say and he opened his mouth and spoke “I know how these bodies get out of here I know I’ve taken the carts when the carts arrive there is a another group of inmates who unload the bodies there guards who scanned the restraints and take them off and then the bodies get taken out by platform or trailer look!” He said looking down at his wrist restraints Dillon peaked over and the inmate was showing him that he could slip the restraints over his hand showing that he could probably take them off Dillon held up his hand put me on the pile going out when I get there I think I can sneak onto one of the platforms going out dendrites at the main pile looked over again stop talking one said this time the gate opened and the guard came in shouting “are you talking” everyone kind of froze now Dillon mumbled “no sir”. The guard said “aside for the next cart you pointing at Dillon bringing that one let’s go we don’t have time to wait Dillon turned around he could see that his car was fully loaded and that the inmate he was just talking to had gone through with his plan and was clearly visible on the cart pretending not to breathe he had piled a couple bodies on top of him. Dillon replied to the guard “on my way” Dillon grabbed a hold of the metal handle on tug data pulling the car with him there was much newer technology outside these walls.

  He knew they were carts that relied entirely upon the power grid that basically floated above the sidewalk with zero friction you could just pull them along with ease with massive amounts of weight on this is not the case Dillon’s car was old had old wheels actual wheels on the car and you could definitely feel the entire way of the load it took all of his strength to pull the cart through the grass and to the gate so got to the gate the guard simply walked up to it opened and closed behind them.

  Belle was working and it was late afternoon now. She was walking along cell doors with two guards and a heart. They would approach a cell open the tray sought: inmate to the window of the cell belles letters hand the inmate small tray with food and then hand them a cup of water and then on to the next cell they would go it was rather uneventful and this is what she had been doing all day her feet were sore and her legs were sore and she was still very much bruised and battered from recent days events Belle had guessed the building she was in was for inmates who got some kind of special treatment why would they get their own cell and their own food should think it was a bad place at all actually quite a bit better than the barracks they were staying in at night.

  They finished up feeding the last cells on the bottom tier of the building late at night. The guards looked at her and waved her away she didn’t know this man so she looked at them in fright and opened her mouth “Drive return?” When the guard spoke “go back outside and wait until your escort from this morning picks you up” Belle nodded “thank you sir” as she about faced and walks to the front door she pushed on it but it would not open she kept pushing but did not open she got nervous and looked back though she could not see the guards anymore through the doors that separated them she heard the front door release and outside she went.

  There was no guards waiting for her to pick up be picked up so Belle just stood in the setting sunlight standing there without purpose she sighed “what a long day. I’m exhausted even though all I did was feed other inmates all day. I wonder when I’ll get my own food” she exhaled looking into the setting sun it was eliminating the sky bright orange and melon color she looked up at the sky and saw clouds and there is a gentle breeze wafting through the air a deep breath and she tried to relax with some stench in the air prevented her from enjoying it fully.

  When she exhaled again she realized how sore and tired she was her whole body was sore her ribs are back especially actually hurt to take a step when she stepped with her left foot excruciating pain went through her lower back. Belle looked around shifting her eyes looking for Sgt. Gonzales but did not see him she didn’t want to lean against the fence but she didn’t want to go back to the barracks on her own else she might get in trouble so she would sit here and wait or stand here and wait until someone told her otherwise. Just like the military she thought hurry up and wait. I was trying to study the area where she was at the building she just came from sugar quite understand what the inmates did to get there how could you get three meals a day and not have to do any work what was the reason these inmates are in this building belted in no she thought she would mention it to Dillon tonight and see what he thought.

  Sgt. Gonzales came she could see him briskly walking towards her in the distance finally she thought I get to go back to the barracks. She never thought she would be happy to go back to the barracks but there was some normalcy that needed to be established in her day and if she was at lease next to Dillon then she thought things would be okay. Remember that Dillon’s name is different here for Belle right now. Sgt. Gonzales approached with a small amount of people behind him the group was definitely smaller than this morning Dillon was not with them but some of the people from Dillon’s group were.

  Strange she thought I hope he’s okay K maybe I’ll have the chance to talk to one of these guys and find out where he is she thought to herself quietly Sgt. Gonzales when he appeared closer he said fall in and they kept walking note I believe Belle went in the building with someone else so maybe she’s having a conversation actually while waiting for Sgt. Gonzales and then when Sgt. Sgt. Gonzales gets here he says some stupid shed about them having a conversation’s. They marched on quickly so everyone looked absolutely tired and defeated she actually had a remembered how long they had been marching even though they had traveled some distance from when I picked her up she hadn’t followed the directions she had had an opportunity to ask any of the other inmates where Dylan was.

  They approached the building with glass windows and an entry and exit point where there was inmates going in and inmates coming out just as quickly and there were guards stationed outside the building on in the yard where there was no walkway. They were on a walkway approaching what appeared to be the entry point to the building and Sgt. Gonzales spoke up “this is the dining hall this you will grab your food and drink and sit down it will have three minutes state and then you need to get back out here and come to me I want to get sauce will probably never make it back to the barracks again you have five total minutes go.” He looks kind of lost at each other and then a couple of headstrong one started walking towards the entrance Sgt. Gonzales walked over towards the other guards that were standing outside and he began conversing with them Belle followed the group inside they were led along the way longwall and there was a gigantic line but it was moving rather quickly. She was so excited to get food her face lit up and she felt a burst of energy for once.

  The line moved up and up further and further she could see a guard was at watching the inmates get their trays when it was her turn she’s stepped up and grabbed her tray from the window she could not see who was making her tray or anything because the slot where she grabbed her tray was just a small stainless steel window as soon as she grabbed hers another 1 Took Its Pl. She didn’t know what to do but she had been Charles before she had been in the military. She followed the inmates in front of her and uses the cup that was on her tray to get some water from the dispensary table on the way to her seat. She sat down with a couple others from her group. Everyone was stuffing their faces of their meal which looked like blue oatmeal though it had no blueberry taste. She had a couple biscuits and a little sausage link also.

  Everyone is almost done with their food just as soon as they had set down and Belle had stopped to ask one of the other guys where’s Evan Kyra’s? They looked at her stupidly and did not reply but kept eating well shoveled some more food in her face and said again where Evan Cyrus is? The man with gray eyes? One of them looked over and said we seen him take the cart full of dead bodies out with a guard and he never returned Belle looked astonished “take heart full of dead bodies?” They inmates all looked up at her and another one of them spoke “what were you doing all day he said to her” Belle said was carrying a cart around up-and-down flights of stairs and was required to follow these guards were feeding inmates”. What were you guys doing” the inmate shook their heads and even though there is food left on their trays they stood up shaking their heads and through their trays away walking out Belle followed because she thought she had lost track of time herself and didn’t want to face any consequences she too threw her tray away but instead of immediately walking on the door she paused looking around the chow hall for her only friend.

  I was worried could Dillon have truly died today? She followed her group outside still hungry and thirsty but at least she had gotten some nourishment and. Sgt. Gonzales was waving them over counting them and waved for them to follow him it was dark now and the prison was illuminated by giant pillars of light and floating drone lights.

  I was so tired she was ready for some sleep she was hoping they would get to rest today she was hoping she would see her friend again I was the only thing she was thinking about maybe they had gone and picked him up yet or maybe he had been working late she again hadn’t noticed how far they had walked or that gone because the only thing she was thinking about was Evan. They were asked at the front of the barracks again and Sgt. Gonzales stopped them here there were other guards with their group stopped as well Sgt. Gonzales said “wait here” and he went off to speak with some of the other guards Belle was scanning the crowd looking around to see if maybe Dylan/Evan was in one of the other groups but she could not find him.

  She was worried she was sad. She began thinking that she couldn’t do this without him she was going to give up on her own she didn’t have any friends she didn’t have anything left the only joy she got was from knowing she had one more person in this world that was in the situation with her but she cared about. But was distraught she was retracing in her mind all the things that could’ve done differently today if she had just waited they would’ve been in the same work party. Sgt. Gonzales came back over and Belle was looking at her feet he started speaking “”I will come get you in the morning I expect you to be out here on time now you’re free to go back into your barracks dogs.” They hesitated for a moment and then dispersed as did some of the other groups everyone walking inside the barracks finally at the end of a long day’s work Belle was still staring at her feet walking into the crowd she saw Crosby I had of her he was talking with someone already she could hear him asking them how their day went and something about the Lord.

  Belle thought maybe she should just turn back around now and try salting one of the guards she would surely have a quick death what is she? She sighed and continued walking back to the corner she slept in yesterday or she is being held by the only person she cared about anymore. Belle remembered applying for her first child and how excited she was when her daughter was brought into this world how excited she was have a second 2 kids made everything to her and that was all taken away. Now she was in a death camp now she was going to die she was alone she had nothing she ran away from the Navy she was defeated it’s amazing how losing one friend can impact you so greatly she thought her heart was truly broken she did not think that this could happen anymore she truly thought she was incapable of feeling pain at this point but something so small as a new friend disappearing met volumes in a place like this. In a place like this your friends where everything because you had nothing else yet no one else now she had no one else Belle and Belle was curled up in a ball with her back to the same wall she had been with Evan the night before Crosby looked over at her and spoke “where is your friend” Belle at this moment it hit her and she teared up “I don’t know” she said the motions beginning to well up inside her now she saw her eyes beginning to get wet and that sensation of release began to well up inside her she could hear others crying and screaming it was okay for her to write?

  Defeated she ignored whatever Crosby was saying to her. She was planning her endgame now this is that she couldn’t take it she was going to tap out. Just then Crosby was shaking her by the right shoulder and she became infuriated and snapped her head up looking at him saying “what do you want?” Frantically tears streaming down her face she realized there is a man standing in front of her she looked up to see Evan’s face smiling bruise beaten his arms and his clothes were stained with blood but he was okay looked down at her I knew you’d miss me” he looked up “talk you on just that’s all” she they embrace each other sobbing but calming down she said I thought you were dead I thought you were gone” Dillon replied still embracing her just a bit late that’s all they sat down together and “what were you doing” Dillon, Crosby and Belle sat there after a long day of work. An emotional belle took a minute to relax and pretend she was just tired from the day’s work. Dillon sat down and smiled at the two. "I've had an awful time today." Belle asked "Where were you?" Dillon's eyes opened I was busy delivering bodies to the pits. Belle looked shocked "Bodies to the pits?" Dillon nodded "Yeah. I stack bodies on carts and in the afternoon I had to take one to the pits."

  Belle was taken back "I was delivering food to inmates in cells, they lived in nice conditions compared to this... I wonder how they got there. “Crosby chimed in, "I was on a bus, then had to dig in a tunnel.”. Dillon looked at them both "Looks like I got the shit end of the stick. I really feel like I need a shower." Belle spoke in return "I do too. I'm not about to wash myself in the toilet either." Dillon looked at Crosby "Tell me about the bus? The tunnel?" he looked at Dillon, clearly tired. "They loaded my group up on a bus, and we went out the front gate. After a short nap we arrived at who-knows-where, and we were forced into a tunnel. We had to dig, all day. I saw someone die today in there, you know? I couldn't even stop to pray for him. The guard were screaming at us to not help him and keep working."

  Dillon raised his eyebrows "That's tough. Did you get a break?" Crosby shook his head, Belle frowned "All I did was deliver food all day and I thought I had it rough. We need to see how prisoners can get into the place where I worked. You get three meals a day, you don't have to work and you have your own cell. It really didn't look too bad...” Dillon looked at her inquisitively "There's got to be a catch to that. These cunts aren't into treating people kindly for no reason. We had carts of bodies coming out of my building all day, it was reckoning." Crosby looked blankly at the floor "I feel empty after today. I need a prayer session with the lord."

  Dillon looked at him "I don't think the Lord is going to save you, kind friend. I think we need to gather information." Belle asked "What are you talking about?" Dillon looked at them both "For now, just focus when you get put somewhere. Remember the roads and the layout. I want to make a map. Especially you." He pointed at Crosby "If you're being taken to work with tunnel equipment that could be an easy way out. “In a hushed tone he replied” I can manage." And nodded. Belle looked distraught, they all looked tired. Dillon spoke again "Are you okay Belle, I never asked why you were upset?" She looked up at him, "Today is my daughter’s birthday." Dillon spoke "If you if you stay strong and make it out of here, you might be able to celebrate with her someday."

  Belle looked at him with tears welling in her eyes "She's dead. All my children are dead." Dillon felt bad, he attempted to console her. "I'm sorry. I didn't know." Crosby cocked his head "You had more than one, how? Government?" Belle calmed down a little "I applied for my first child in 2027 MAKE SURE THIS IS CORRECT, and then when I was in the Navy I obtained enough rank to have another child. I was actually cleared for a third but then...” Crosby's eyes opened wide "You don't hear that every day. Most everyone I know has one at best, and some of the uneducated folk can't pass the screening for it." She smiled "It was the best time of my life, I loved being a mother. More than anything. I think that's how they got me to re-enlist. I could have another child if I stayed in." Dillon spoke now "When my dad was growing up, he said you could have as many as you wanted. There were families with ten children living off the government. Huge families."

  Crosby spoke "That's how this whole thing came about I think, the government incentivized sterilization with tax credits. Not enough people followed through." Dillon chimed in "That's when they started having people apply for their third child I believe." Belle spoke "Yeah, first they paid people to go sterile, but that wasn't fast enough to take the population down. Next came applying to have children or face government consequences, prison time. After that...” Dillon interrupted again "After that they started making everyone sterile. If you lived anywhere within the reaches of the WGO, everyone was secretly made sterile through flu shots, then it came through that you couldn't have children and your child would be given a shot at birth to make them sterile until they were old enough." Belle replied "I remember applying, when they gave me the prescription that made me fertile again I felt so renewed. It was the best feeling ever, I loved being pregnant looking back on it." Dillon replied "I bet those pills sell for a lot on the black market." Belle spoke "I bet they do. You have to refill the script every week though. They monitor the process very carefully." Crosby spoke "It's so crazy how this world has fallen. Man should never interfere in God's will. He is the one who should decide whom can create life."

  Dillon sarcastically replied "What if this was the lord’s idea?" Crosby scowled "The Lord isn't evil. He doesn't create the world we have grown up in, it is the liked of evil government corporations and influence of Satan that has brought us to this point. In revelations is says we will hear a trumpet sound, and then. Then the apocalypse is neigh. Signs are showing, I believe Armageddon is coming." Dillon spoke “I pray it is.” Crosby replied “Please don’t ridicule my religion. I take it very seriously.” Dillon spoke “I don’t mean it in a bad way, friend.” Dillon lifted up his sleeve, “Look.”

  Crosby scanned over the tattoos on Dillon’s arm. He could see a meteor crashing in to earth, volcano exploding in to the sky and an earthquake destroying the symbols people hold dearest. Space was crashing down onto the earth. Crosby spoke “That’s some beautiful art, how ironic to see that in a place like this.” Dillon spoke “I pray for the day I see this so called Armageddon.” Crosby looked confused “Why?” Dillon smiled in reply “Because then everyone will have to learn to swim.” Crosby nodded off and came to, “What a strange answer, Evan.” Dillon stated “Go to sleep Christian, You’re not the type who’s cut out to dig tunnels. You require rest if you are to survive.”

  Belle looked annoyed “We’re in the very place you want then, Evan.” He turned and spoke to her “It’s not like that.” Belle shook her head “Then what exactly do you mean?” Dillon looked her in the eyes “You have seen all the evils of the world in the military, I’m sure. I have too. I can’t stand the hypocrisy of major religious groups who claim this afterlife is some safe haven to where you meet all of your dead relatives and friends. I pray they see the afterlife, I pray to all the gods that don’t exist that I too see this afterlife and destruction. Then, Then I’ll have something to believe in. I too, will have to learn to swim in this destruction. From chaos comes order.”

  Belle was astonished “What a strange answer. I can’t argue if that’s what you believe. I just thought...” Dillon interrupted her “Thought I wanted to be in a death camp?” she replied “I’m not sure. It’s difficult to have these sorts of conversations when you’re so tired... You know?” Dillon nodded. “I for one, enjoyed the broadcast that was released. I’m surprised how swiftly they took effect though. I didn’t imagine to see all of these religious prisoners so soon. Let alone I would be one of them.” Belle nodded “I wasn’t happy to see it. I’ve always been on the fence about believing or not. The family that raised me was very religious and I loved the man I knew as my father very much.” Dillon smirked “As is the way with religion. There are some good ones out there. Let’s get some rest darling, we need to conserve strength.” Without question she snuggled up to he and they drifted off into another short sleep within the camp.