Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20141210050232/@comment-24487330-20150108184658

After a while, Camo got up the courage to put his ear to the door of his cell, trying to listen in on what was going on outside. He heard the heavy footfalls of isolation wardens scrambling to fortify their holdings within the structure. There were some moans from other prisoners, lamenting the weakness and fear barring their escape, fueled by the armed maniacs waiting just outside the now-unlocked doors to their cells. At some point, there was a creak as one door opened, but it was immediately slammed shut again, and Camo could vaguely hear a muffled voice, issuing hurried, panicked commands to the chamber's unfortunate occupant.

Stepping back from his door, Camo sat against the far wall and waited for something to happen; in his position, there wasn't much else to do, especially while he was still sore from being beaten up. Going outside would get him blindsided or shot, and making a din would just irritate the guards even more. He couldn't contact any of the other inmates through the walls either, solid and strong as they were. The only thing that made sense was to bide his time, nurse his bruises, and wait for a better opportunity...