Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20141210050232/@comment-24487330-20141231230237

As the sun set behind the tall horizon obscuring the camp, shadows began to creep over the isolation wing of the complex. Even without windows to allow ambient light to indicate day or night, something about the atmosphere in the place changed after dusk, and the prisoners there grew restless and vocal. Camo could hear yells from other captive slaves through the walls, fear and fury bellowing from a number of voices an intertwining into a madness-inducing clangor. It was all he could do to cover his ears and pray that he would eventually become deaf to them...

As the power went out, though, things actually managed to get worse.

The doors to the isolation chambers were bolted shut with pressurized locks that ran on the same circuits as most other systems in the camp. As soon as Bergen's plan caused the power outage, a few of the doors swung open, and some of the inmates seized their opportunity to escape. The slavers' reaction, however, was swift and cruel in that complex; the escapees, already weak with hunger and slowed by fatigue as they were, didn't stand a chance against the armed guards who soon arrived to contain them. Camo barely heard the staccato of gunfire that signaled their end, but it was more than enough to strike another measure of primordial fear into his soul. He wouldn't dare move from his chamber, even with the door to freedom open before him, not while his captors still loomed large around him...