Eight

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Damich woke up to the coldness of his cell. At first he thought he was back in his bedroom, but then realized that his bedroom wasn't so chilly and it didn't stink.

The whole jail was dark, that wasn't hard to notice. Nothing but the eerie silence lingered in each individual cell.

What happened, Damich thought. One minute he was in a room with rough looking gangster inmates, and the next everything just turned quiet.

"Hey Riff, what's going on?" Damich questioned.

No response but the chugging air conditioner.

"Riff?"

Damich turned to find his buddy lying against his cell with his head bobbed to the side. His eyeballs seemed to be swinging down his chin and something green had been hanging down his lip.

Damich jumped back in surprise.
"What the fuck?"

Something really weird was going on. Yet, he still couldn't figure out what it was.
Damich noticed that more and more bodies were lying around uselessly outside of his cell. It was so creepy.

Damich searched around his cell to find any tools that would help him escape. Because he had to go. Had to. He couldn't just stay in this dead house.
But all he could find was a rusty toilet, a red crooked toothbrush with brown stains on its bristles, and a rotten banana peel. Everything in his cell was completely useless.

Damich was about to give up when he noticed another familiar body laying in front of his cell. It looked like a female officer.

"Officer Garcia?" Damich whispered as he crept closer. The body lay motionless on the ground, and Damich recognized the conditions. The same conditions that happened to Riff. Garcia's eyes were bleeding and torn off, along with the same green marking on her lips that began to drool.
A lunch tray with sloppy green broccoli and chunky corn lay spilled on the floor nest to her. Damich figured that Garcia was about to hand in the tray to him until she fell down in the weird incident that occurred.

But as far as Damich was concerned, the tray hadn't been the only thing that fell. Alongside the gruesome tray was...a key.

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