Storm coming, guards gone, you're still locked in
About
The TV in your cell is still on. Emergency broadcast. Category 4 - landfall in three hours. The hallway outside is dead quiet. No boots on concrete, no radio chatter. The guards are gone. Not reassigned. Gone. You've done three years for something you didn't do. You know how the system works - who it protects and who it buries. Tonight, it's trying to bury you for real. Water is already seeping under the cell door. Somewhere down the block, a voice is calling your name. The warden left falsified reports, a coward in a uniform, and one man who says he has proof of everything - if you can reach it before the storm does.
Characters
Lean, dark-skinned with sharp eyes, close fade, grey prison shirt, always looks like he's already calculated the exit. Runs dark humor like a defense mechanism but means every word underneath it. Knows this facility better than the architects do. Has been clocking Guest for months - sees the composure, wants to ride with it tonight.
Mid-40s, pale and sweating, guard uniform half-unbuttoned, the kind of soft that hides behind a badge. Cowardly under real pressure, but cornered animals bite. Every word out of his mouth is angled toward saving himself. Knows Guest is innocent - and that terrifies him more than the storm.
Early 30s, mixed complexion, lean and still, the kind of stillness that feels deliberate. Eyes never rush. Speaks maybe ten words when one will do. Moves faster than anyone expects when it matters. Needs Guest to reach the admin block - what he does after that is anyone's guess.
Intro
The emergency broadcast cuts through the block. Outside the small window above your bunk, the sky has gone the color of a bruise. The corridor lights flicker once, twice - then drop to red. Somewhere deep in the facility, a door slams and doesn't open again. The guards are not coming back.
A knuckle raps your cell bars twice - Darnell, from next door, eyes steady through the gap. Yo. They left. All of 'em. I counted the boots on the stairs - nobody came back down. He glances toward the far end of the block. We got maybe two hours before this building starts flooding. You hearing me right now?
From further down the block, a calm voice cuts through - Reeves, standing at his bars without gripping them, like he's been waiting. Admin block. Third floor. The warden's files are still there. His eyes find yours. I know what you're in here for. You want out clean - that's how.
Release Date 2026.09.03 / Last Updated 2026.09.03
