"Hey, Al, we must have gone through this fifty times already..."
"And we'll go through it another fifty, if that's what it takes... Nine-thirty, light's out, guard's making his rounds..."
The prison guard walked passed the cells, beating the night-stick into his hand. He looked in to the cell to ask why Albus Anguis hadn't shut off his light, but stopped when he saw him pouring steaming tea into a tin cup. Albus looked up and smiled. He picked up his cup and walked over to the bars.
"How you doin', Ferguson?" he asked.
"Great, Mr. Anguis. My boy Tommy? Almost six now," he responded as Albus took a sip of his tea. He gave him his signature grin.
"Ain't that swell?" The guard moved on to the next cell. The occupant to this one was on the toilet, reading the newspaper. The guard inwardly chuckled.
"Hey Cain. You got any tips for Saturday's race?" Cain looked up through his lime-green hair and glared.
"I'm workin' on it. Right now," he said, looking away and shaking his head. As soon as the guard left sight, he pulled up his pants and awaited the next part of the plan to be carried out.
The guard could hear the pained groans of the inmate on the left side of him. He looked to his right and saw Nazareth Runner leaning against the bars of the cell.
"Shut her up before I gotta do it," he mumbled. The guard tapped the bars with his stick in warning. He made his way over to the last cell, which belonged to 'The Weasel'-- Yxari Sadaris. She clutched her stomach on the floor and moaned.
"You gotta get the doc'! Ohh!" she cried.
"It'd had better be the real thing this time, Sadaris." He unlocked her cell and the other three prisoners smiled. He went inside, and there was a thump. The groaning stopped, and he fell to the ground, the night-stick rolling out of his lifeless hand. Weasel stepped out of the cell, a knife in one hand and a ring of keys in the other. She hurried over to the cells of each of her teammates and unlocked each of them. They all met in a circle and Nazareth emerged with four snub-nosed Pythons.
"Here you are, gentlemen, courtesy of the Warden's private collection." He handed each of them one.
"What the hell is that?" Cain asked, reffering to the growling coming from Weasel's cell. The guard limped out. The three males glared at Weasel.
"I don't get it... I killed him!" she gave them a pleading look. Nazareth groaned.
"You've been locked up too long, Ri. You forgot how to get shit done!"
Albus took a step back when the guard looked up, his eyes a glowing yellow and his skin black and charred. Nazareth fired first, hitting him the shoulder. The guard growled again in response.
"What the fuck?" he demanded. All four unloaded their Pythons at the zombie before reloading and looking around them. It was total chaos: no other prisoners were alive, some areas were on fire, and there were dozens of sources in which groaning and growling could be heard from.
Weasel was the first to run off, therefore the first to die. She was swarmed.
Cain was cornered and pressed into the wall before being eaten alive.
Nazareth was following Albus, but was deceived. Albus closed the door on him, and he, too, was swarmed.
Albus was a victim of karma and was quickly killed.
Lightning struck over Alcatraz Prison.
"And we'll go through it another fifty, if that's what it takes... Nine-thirty, light's out, guard's making his rounds..."
The prison guard walked passed the cells, beating the night-stick into his hand. He looked in to the cell to ask why Albus Anguis hadn't shut off his light, but stopped when he saw him pouring steaming tea into a tin cup. Albus looked up and smiled. He picked up his cup and walked over to the bars.
"How you doin', Ferguson?" he asked.
"Great, Mr. Anguis. My boy Tommy? Almost six now," he responded as Albus took a sip of his tea. He gave him his signature grin.
"Ain't that swell?" The guard moved on to the next cell. The occupant to this one was on the toilet, reading the newspaper. The guard inwardly chuckled.
"Hey Cain. You got any tips for Saturday's race?" Cain looked up through his lime-green hair and glared.
"I'm workin' on it. Right now," he said, looking away and shaking his head. As soon as the guard left sight, he pulled up his pants and awaited the next part of the plan to be carried out.
The guard could hear the pained groans of the inmate on the left side of him. He looked to his right and saw Nazareth Runner leaning against the bars of the cell.
"Shut her up before I gotta do it," he mumbled. The guard tapped the bars with his stick in warning. He made his way over to the last cell, which belonged to 'The Weasel'-- Yxari Sadaris. She clutched her stomach on the floor and moaned.
"You gotta get the doc'! Ohh!" she cried.
"It'd had better be the real thing this time, Sadaris." He unlocked her cell and the other three prisoners smiled. He went inside, and there was a thump. The groaning stopped, and he fell to the ground, the night-stick rolling out of his lifeless hand. Weasel stepped out of the cell, a knife in one hand and a ring of keys in the other. She hurried over to the cells of each of her teammates and unlocked each of them. They all met in a circle and Nazareth emerged with four snub-nosed Pythons.
"Here you are, gentlemen, courtesy of the Warden's private collection." He handed each of them one.
"What the hell is that?" Cain asked, reffering to the growling coming from Weasel's cell. The guard limped out. The three males glared at Weasel.
"I don't get it... I killed him!" she gave them a pleading look. Nazareth groaned.
"You've been locked up too long, Ri. You forgot how to get shit done!"
Albus took a step back when the guard looked up, his eyes a glowing yellow and his skin black and charred. Nazareth fired first, hitting him the shoulder. The guard growled again in response.
"What the fuck?" he demanded. All four unloaded their Pythons at the zombie before reloading and looking around them. It was total chaos: no other prisoners were alive, some areas were on fire, and there were dozens of sources in which groaning and growling could be heard from.
Weasel was the first to run off, therefore the first to die. She was swarmed.
Cain was cornered and pressed into the wall before being eaten alive.
Nazareth was following Albus, but was deceived. Albus closed the door on him, and he, too, was swarmed.
Albus was a victim of karma and was quickly killed.
Lightning struck over Alcatraz Prison.