A whole new world

Same old hellhole.

[This story is played mainly from the first person. Our character's name is Sean. He is a 27 year old life-sentence inmate.]

"Sample text", or any variation is a character speaking.

Sample text is Sean thinking to himself or doing an action. The first person juice.

The lights suddenly flicker on in my cell. I try to use the thin blanket that I was given to shield my eyes. 'Just a few more minutes', I almost grumble out, not sparing the effort to talk when nobody's listening. I bury my head against the thin pillow and the stiff mattress, that the prison staff couldnt even spare a sheet to cover.

I keep my head planted for a handful of seconds longer, trying to suck the little bits of comfort out of the fake-sleep as I can. I want to cover my ears too, because-

"HOO BOY! WAKE UP YOU SACKS OF UNGRATEFUL SHIT! GOD HAS GIVEN YOU A NEW DAY TO SUFFER IN!"

I groan loudly, hearing the clinking of the metal bars being hit by the guard's baton while he walked towards me.

"LOOKIE HERE! WE GOT A FEW SPECIAL PICKINS' FOR A GUEST TODAY!"

"JENKINS HERSTE! ANALIA CARTER! SEAN KRUTZ! AND MASON WINDER! STEP OUT OF YOUR CELLS AND DO NOT TRY ANYTHING."

The electronic lock on my cell CHUNKS open, and the door idly sits still, waiting for my nudge. I sit up in bed, pushing myself up on my bare feet to the cold floor, stepping hesitantly towards the door and giving it a small shove. A visitor? Nobody wanted to talk to me after what happened, and I dont even know these 3 other people...

Regardless, I'd rather walk out than pass up an opportunity to appease my curiosity. I gingerly step outside, looking left and right, making sure this isnt a hoax to hit me over the head. A guard flanked me on either side, but I didnt have a baton cracked over my head yet, so this call held a little bit of weight already. I could see the others that were called out. Two guys and a girl, but all of them were on the other side of the cell-block from me.

I was.. less than gently jabbed in the side, which was the sign I took to start moving. Despite multiple calls from the guards to 'shut the fuck up', everyone in their cells started making weird noises and mocking me as I walked by their cells. I passed a number of cells before getting anywhere near the stairs. Things like 'where ya going, pretty boy?' and 'mommy come to pick you up from daycare?' erupted from the cells to my left. At least I wasnt who I assumed Analia was, it sounded like she was getting catcalled alot as she passed by.

I tried to ignore the mocking chants roaring up from around me, but I couldnt shake the mounting pressure of being watched by all of these people. It took an eternity to reach the stairs. At least the guards had the mercy to bring me out a side door once we reached the bottom floor. We met up with the other 3 prisoners, and finally the roaring D-block faded to silence, marching down the hallway straight away from the cells. I never got to explore the prison much, and this walkway seemed designed for only guards and staff to travel through. We twist and turned down an uncountable amount of bends, their security system being the frustratingly annoying fucking labyrinth that is this prison. I tried to keep track of it for a time. Left, stright, straight, right, left, straight... yeah I lost track. There were no identifiable marks on the walls, it was all the same dull, painted walls.

We took ungodly long wandering down halls, passing random offices, the armory, and a plethora of other doors that were unlabelled. It was one of these doors that we entered into. It was unsettlingly dark inside, like a void trying to suck in anyone stupid enough to get too close. My hesitation was obvious, and apparently I wasnt the only one scared of the dark today. The three other inmates, looking like they dug their heels into the floor and didnt want to move at all too. We even watched the front four guards walk inside, and the four behind us waited impaitently. Noticing that none of us were going to willingly be first pick, the guard behind me grabbed my shoulder, shoving me towards the hungry darkness.

[Relatively short first chapter, I just need something established to get the creative gears working.]