grrrrrrrr...
a hum, the sound of a bus engine, if you listen to it wrong it would seem as if it was angry, but everybody knows that inanimate objects don't have feelings, it's just us and our d*mn imagination... But what's to be afraid about? According to Waupunese officials we are POWs, protected by international law, only difference is that Waupun decided to hand us over to the d*mned Minudians. Those f*ckers lost 10k men overnight thanks to our operations, we almost even got them into international trouble when they got cocky and tried to interfere in Waupunese elections. Though to be fair, we aren't POWs. Everybody on this bus knows that we were nothing more than liberators, terrorists in their eyes, we were made to be the bad guy straight from the get-go. I don't even think that the Minudians care what happens to us, wherever it is that we are going...
skkrrt... hiss...
The bus stopped, and the doors opened, letting in what could only be determined as some guardsman enter the bus.
"End of the line, terrorists. Lucky for you, some of you may not die here today, but truth be told, I don't even know what they're gonna do with you. Either way, I'm sure you all deserved it. Now listen up! You will get off by rows when I call upon it. You are then to head down and wait in line, do anything else and you'll end up with a dosage of lead in your body. Got it?"
One by one, the rows were called up, the prisoners got up and shambled there way down, not one tried to run, they didn't have to look around to know that there were snipers in the towers, the entire undocking zone looked like a castle. Only the gate, four watch towers, a door and the walls surrounded the enclosure, no plants, no animals, no life. A true meaning of despair began to fill the air, these men had fought for their country, it fought back, and they lost. No point in hoping for anything else, lest you let delusions get the better of you.
"John, get up, it's our turn."
Oh wait... yeah, I still exist...
"Oh, sorry"
I got up slowly, and then nudged towards the front of the bus with the only pal I'd ever made in this excuse of a war. His name was Randy, very optimistic for a man that looked like he got bullied every single year, blonde hair and blue eyes. Me? well brown hair and brown eyes, guess that's all you really need to know, I mean I'm not that important afterall.
"Hey, don't let this place get to ya, I know it's a camp and all that, but from what I heard the Minudians are actually very friendly, sportsman-like people. The apple can't fall that far from the tree, no matter how corrupt you can get." A small token of reassurance from Randy ehh? I guess if he says so...
I trudge towards and then down the steps, a few more groups follow behind me. The guard was doing some sort of speech, sh*t if I know, it's not like it was gonna matter, whatever the hell he was saying... After a bit we finally were let inside, the walls were well lit but it most certainly looked like a prison, grey walls, jail cells, and a never-ending stream of security.
Eventually we were directed to some sort of auditorium. A man, probably the warden. Was stationed on a podium, wonder what that f*cker had to say, I'm sure that these nationalists *ssholes could think of plenty to say to us... Might as well wait and see.
Oh, right, what he looked like. Well, he was a chubby fellow, balding, looked like he had seen better days, but there was an odd smile on his face, God knows what crap he must know about...
"Welcome, welcome all to the Westmare Terminal Prison Center. As of right now, you will be held in this holding facility until we can get all of your records sorted out, and then we will send you all to your proper prisons, where you will carry out a life sentence for the mass-genocide of Minudian personnel. Now I know that some of you here might be wondering what this facility has to offer. With that, I am happy to announce that even though you will only be here for a few days, we have everything that you need to settle in to our advanced prison systems. Of course this level of freedom may not be guaranteed in all prisons, but the privileges and most of the equipment here is in every facility. Now in a few moments we will categorize you and send you off to specific cells, due to the rather cramped status the facility is in, we will have four to a room, you of course will share a bed with the person that is shackled to you. As well as any other group to be determined later on. Now, let me give you a quick rundown on our schedule..."
Look at this b*stard talk, his self-righteousness is oozing out of him. I doubt that a thing he said is true. But I wonder, there is a lot of opposite sex groups in here, if the numbers aren't even... Heh, I would be a d*mn lucky guy if I ever got to share a room with female fighters, now that is something I would pay to see in a movie. Though, come to think of it, if this guy is telling the truth maybe we will be able to watch some movies, a thought for another time I suppose.
"... And finally, the last activity is the Miscellaneous category. Every night we will host a random event as well as ship out the few lucky prisoners here to be re-assigned to a proper prison. Now of course we can't just tell you what these events are, but I can assure you they are incredibly entertaining. Otherwise you are free to take the time as a free time and may go wherever you like. That is of course as long as it is within our boundaries for prisoner accessibility. Now I believe that is all for now, the vests you have all been supplied with should have your call number, listen to the P.A. system and once you hear your name you will then be told where your quarters will be. Official tours begin tomorrow. Now please wait and listen for your name."
The Warden left the stage without ever even introducing himself, what an *ss... But what can you expect, might as well just wait for our room number to be given.
Perhaps a few hours later our name was called, I didn't really keep track of time. We found our way to the room quite easily, apparently there was an odd number, and we happened to be lucky enough to not have a group of four. Anywho, shortly after that we were given a tour by security, lead to the cafeteria, ate some crappy food with Randy, and then went back to our cell to watch some movies. Not really much else to say, maybe tomorrow will be more eventful, everybody still has the jitters, and this place isn't all that friendly. Who knows, all I can do is sleep I guess. John out.
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