Presentable Liberty

Choice 2: Staying

You stayed in your cell like doctor money said. And everything shuts down. Even the red lights.
You get another letter from Doctor Money.

You made a wise choice.
Now you get to enjoy your freedom and your gaming system as long as you want. Congratulations.
You IMBECILE.
Do you know why you were locked up here?
Of course you're aware of your innocence.
You know, organs are slim now, because the virus I created destroys them.
Working organs go for a lot of money these days.
There is nothing that the people value more than their own survival. It doesn't matter how poor the quality of the organs I'm supplying is, they keep coming back to me.
But the real money is selling high quality organs. Especially from people immune to the virus.
People like you.
Remember the shot you received when you arrived in prison?
It was the only working antidote.
You are worth millions now.
That is, your organs.
I made you relevant. You should be thanking me.
You are one of the few people I chose to be immune.
You are one of the few people I locked up.
And your organs will be the most sought after resource.
Thank you for your cooperation.
You will be hearing from us shortly.

You then sighed happily knowing you were safe and important and you'd finally get to see another human face.

Your life lasted twelve more days.
In that time, you managed to complete all the games on your portable entertainment product.
Yes, even crank master.
You never heard from Salvadore, Charlotte, or Mr.Smiley again.
You realized you were alone.
You heard footsteps approaching.
You saw your cell door open slowly.
You couldn't make out the face of the man who entered your cell.
You spoke, for the first time in 17 days, in a quiet and scared voice,
"Friend?" You asked, and died.