World Hacked

Chapter 3: Imprisonment(Part 2)

   Getting off his seat Jey noticed a hint of sunlight hit him. The moon had set and daylight had finally emerged!

   From there, he looked up toward the prison. It was an old grayish building filled with dust and stains here and there.

   In coming closer, he also picked up a rotten smell and roaming rats around the garbage tanks off to the side walls.

   The fact that this place was part of such a perfectly clean city was ironic and almost laughable.

   Jey was led by Mr. Loui up until he reached a colorless door. A blue light appeared from a small scanner above it and searched him to once again find absolutely nothing.

   The door opened in response to the given signal and he walked in.

   After having stepped inside, the exit was sealed behind him and in front of him lied a dark outstretch hallway ending in another door.

   There were no windows whatsoever only pale walls and a sickening smell to make Jey company. To think this would become his new home for who knows how many years.

   Finally he reached the other door. At his right was a squared opening with a short man operating a computer.

   "Your name?" the man looked at Jey waiting for an answer.

   "Jey Bancroft....."

   "Here you go" the man handed Jey a pair of Gray clothing and an ID that read: prisoner 82-463, "you will occupy cell number 4" and with the press of a key the door opened in front of him revealing another white room with two stairs on each of two sides.

   There were two floors, one on top of the other, marked by eight rows of cells in total; four in each level.

   Over each cell were numbers ranging from one through forty. Each accompanied by a virtual plaque with the names of the inmates assigned to them.

   In the middle was a small changing room and by the side was another door.

   Two guards appeared from behind and, having unlocked his handcuffs, forced Jey into the changing room.

   Once changed he was led to cell 4, where one of the guards placed the palm of their hand on top of the virtual plaque opening the cell.

   Locking him up inside the cell they then left.

   Jey pressed against the metal bars and looked intently towards the guards as they walked away. His anger hadn't diminished in the very least.

   "Why did they bring you here?"
Jey looking back to see who it was just talked to him, said "Huh?"

   "What'd you do to end up in a place like this?"

   The words were coming from a man who was sitting on a bed bellow the one he guessed was his.

   "Even if I told you, you wouldn't believe me." answered Jey.

   "What's there not to believe?" the man continued.

   "Maybe the fact that I was forced into this mess for absolutely no rational reason?" impossibly Jey had become even more enraged.

   And then in front of them both, from outside their cell, appeared another prisoner with three guards on him. They weren't enough.

   He pushed and turned and kicked with great strength while all three struggled to hold him.

   He was freed from their grip for a brief moment in which he ran forward trying to find an escape but was caught right after.

   And in all that commotion, everyone looked from inside their respective cells. Their faces showing just how hopeless it was to try and escape.

   The guy was eventually holed up like everyone else.

   The man behind him laughed emptily. "Every now and then we get people like him thinking they can escape. It never works out."
Jey looked at him again almost pitying him eventhough he was in the same situation.

   Raising his hand to shake Jey's he said "The name's Rick, nice to meet ya."

   "Jey Bancroft......" he didn't feel like talking much.

   "Jey, breakfast'll be 'ere soon." with that Rick went back to his bed where he resumed his nap.

   After two hours breakfast arrived. Another prisoner dropped it in the floor abruptly and left without a word.
It was a metal tray already decayed.

   On top was a piece of bread and next to it a cup of water. The bread was hard and water spilled throughout the floor.

   There were a total of two, one for each prisoner.

   Rick had already devoured his portion and was now looking down to Jey's tray.

   "Do you want it?" Jey asked hoping not to make it more awkward than it already was.

   The man didn't say anything he simply jumped at the tray stuffing his mouth with the bread and sucking on the near empty cup like an animal.

   Jey felt disgusted at the mere sight of this man eating.

   Shortly after a loud bell rang, the cell doors began to open and the prisoners exited in packed rows down the stairs and in through a door to the right.

   Jey stayed behind just to be dragged out of his cell and forced out like the rest.

   He was taken to a large yard with a long fence around the perimeter. There they were forced to work arduosly picking heavy loads and moving large cranes.

   Oddly the temperature hadn't changed, it remained slightly warm and breezy.

   Jey was assigned to work under the second station making military jackets and battle garb.

   He worked from the morning until noon where a man blew a whistle calling them all back inside.

   They were then led to a cafeteria filled with dirty benches and a variety of smells.
An old lady began to prepare the food from the other side of a long counter and the convicts lined up waiting for their meal.

   After preparations were made she began serving the food.
She would put some gooy substance, an apple, and vegetables on everyone's plate yelling "next!" for the ones that followed.

   Jey's turn finally arrived and Rick had somehow positioned himself behind him.

   The lady droped the food on Jey's plate and again screamed "NEXT!" leaving a throbbing pain in his ear.

   There was a table isolated to one corner of the room and fairly clean. Jey sat himself while taking a bite of his apple.

   Rick then came and asked him "are you going to eat that?"

   He pushed the plate away and continued chewing on his apple.

   Again the man gobbled it up in the blink of an eye.

   Looking away Jey came across the same guy that tried to escape earlier.

   He was sitting alone in another table by the corner. He turned his head busily as if searching for something. His eyes were focused on an officer to the far left guarding the exit.

   Rick, having feasted twice began "strange one eh?"

   Jey didn't answer, he simply continued looking at him.

   And again Rick spoke "the fella's probably worried he might be forced into the expedition."

   "The expedition?" Jey asked.

   "You mean you haven't heard? The big shots 'round 'ere are making preparations to send some of us prisoners down to the surface."

   "What?"

   "That's right. Some city folks will come to pick them recruits up tomorrow."

   "What for?"

   "They're still alive Jey. Down 'ere on the surface not everyone was annihilated. There are survivors."