The Saint Gregory House

The smell of blood and vomit swept through the entire eighth floor. Jacob Hampton wasn't the only one there. He couldn't sleep listening to the constant moaning and groaning of the other inmates. Soggy bread and a glass of water for a meal. He had thoughts about his best friend, Owen McGrison. He missed his friend more than anything in the world. Little did he know, his best friend was about to save him from all the suffer.

"It was as if hell wasn't under the ground like everyone presumes. But really hell, was right there on its own little island."