Cara pulled up to the curb and got out of her car. It was Saturday morning and she had the weekend off. She always had weekends off. She walked up to Steve’s house dressed in an outfit that Steve liked. A short skirt, heels and a low cut top that left little to the imagination. Before she could ring the doorbell, Steve opened the door and greeted her.“What are you all dressed up for on a Saturday morning?” Steve asked. He looked her up and down and smiled.“I want to talk, after we have sex,” Cara replied. “Where is Brent?” Steve asked.“He’s on mandatory overtime, he won’t get off till one.” “Are you sure he has no idea what’s going on?”“Are you going to let me in?” Cara asked pushing her way into the apartment.Steve backed up and let Cara walk into the living room. “Do you want something to drink?” Steve asked.Cara knew where Steve kept all his drinks, in the refrigerator. She stepped into the kitchen and opened the fridge door looking to see what he had. Slim picking, a half- g
More times than Bohdan could remember, he was escorted from his cell to the commons for lunch. He got in line, picked his food and took his usual seat keeping an eye on the inmates surrounding him. There was tension in the air. He had just come off an incident in the yard where Thor the skinhead lost his head picking a fight with him. The inmate population just went from forty seven to forty six and the rest of the skinheads weren’t too happy about it.It was rare there was a confrontation in the commons area, but it was one of the few places where the inmates weren’t segregated and vulnerable. The guards stood at various positions around the room, unarmed so the inmates couldn’t arm themselves in a takeover. Then Bohdan saw something out of the corner of his eye. One of the skinheads was walking over to his table trying his best not to bring any attention to himself. Bohdan expected a shank in the ribs, but instead the skinhead sat down opposite him and waited to be addressed.“What
Rodell stood up and limped away. His smell lingered behind. “I can’t eat now,” Bohdan said. “I think I’m going to throw up.” “I can take him out for you if you want,” Rancid said.“I’m sure you can, but don’t do it for me. I can take care of myself.”Before Rancid could answer, Bohdan felt a blade pull against his neck tight and a hand pull his forehead back pinning him against a warm body behind him. Rancid didn’t see it coming and was as shocked as Bohdan.“Don’t move,” a voice called out from behind Bohdan. “Try to get away and I’ll take your head off.”Rancid stood up and looked at the person holding a knife to Bohdan’s neck. It was a woman, holding a knife made from what looked like a sharpened angle iron. Something made in her cell, stolen from the workshop.Bohdan didn’t move or say a word, he kept an eye on Rancid to see where he was looking.“What are you doing bitch?” Rancid asked. “If you’re going to take his head off, do it!”The woman hesitated, then pulled the knife acro
Steve heard his phone ring and answered it, it was his supervisor Alex Penner calling him into his office. It was eight in the morning and he had just clocked in, now he had to see what his boss wanted. When he opened Alex’s office door, he was met by Alex and the warden Kathy Coyle. Steve instantly panicked.“Have a seat Steve,” Alex said.Steve took a seat across the desk from Alex and began to sweat.“I called you in this morning because we’ve decided to make a change in maintenance. And this change will affect you.”“What’s going on Alex?” Steve asked.“Kathy and I have decided that we want to put in someone else into the position you have. You currently supervise three staff and we have noticed that you have been doing more on hands work than supervision. We need someone who can manage a team, not be a member of it.”“What are you saying?” Steve asked. “Are you firing me?”“No, we are demoting you. You will work along with the crew you used to supervise. I have a new man starting
And will you still be able to tell when it’s safe for me to leave the medical unit?” “Yes, I can call you,” Steve replied.“Good, get started,” Cara said and ended the call. “And don’t forget to cut the power to the trams as soon as you see the staff drop.”Cara waited an hour, then another thirty minutes before her phone rang. It was Steve telling her the connections were made and the gas was now being piped into the prison through the central air unit. She stepped away from her desk and entered the E R finding an unused oxygen concentrator setting against the wall. She found the correct tubing and locked the door. She then turned on the concentrator and breathed the oxygen rich air coming from the unit. As long as there was power to the medical unit, she’d be safe from the gas that was now starting to kill every non vampire in the building.Bohdan sat on the edge of his hard cold stainless steel bed and watched the next tram stop. Another twelve paying customers sat in their chairs
Steve took off to the warden’s office while Cara left to free Bohdan. The tourists on the trams were now roaming the tunnels unable to escape, scared for their lives and the vampires were now regaining consciousness. The prison was on lockdown as Steve controlled all systems from various control panels throughout the pods, and the authorities were now on their way to evaluate the situation. The shit had hit the fan.Steve found his way to the warden’s office and reached for the doorknob, it was locked. He fished out his master key from his massive key ring and popped open the door. He found Kathy sitting behind her desk holding a pen like a knife. Steve smiled and entered the room. “What are you going to do with that?” Steve asked.“What’s going on?” Kathy asked. She was a bit dizzy from the gas that had found its way into her office. She got a small amount and was becoming more lucid every second.“I gassed the place,” Steve replied. “Except for your office. Some of the gas must have
“I don’t know, I thought I was supposed to,” Steve replied.“Now you see why I demoted you,” Kathy said. “You’re going to have forty six vampires running around in this building with thirty six tourists. What do you think will happen?“I can lock the tourists up in the guard pods,” Steve replied. “Or we can get the fuck out of here,” Kathy said.“There’s only one way out and that’s the tunnel system in the basement.”“Wait a second,” Cara said. “I didn’t plan this so we could all run. I planned this so we could live independently. The vampires will feed on the tourists, but not kill them. We will run this prison as our new home.”“Are you fucking nuts?” Kathy asked. “Do you think criminals will play by your rules? These inmates may be vampires, but they are also convinced murderers. They won’t do what you want them to, they will kill all the tourists and then try to escape.”Steve heard sounds coming from the door to the tram tunnel. Voices that got louder and louder. He stepped over
Three hours into the prison takeover, the nine humans left alive pondered their fate locked up in guard pod three with no way to escape. Steve, Cara and Kathy all sat at the control panel filling the only seats with the rest resting on the floor with their backs to the walls. From their vantage point they couldn’t see the bodies and blood on the commons floor, it was a blessing considering the mess.“How long till it starts to smell?” Paula Borodin asked. She was a fifty something woman who dragged her husband to the zoo as a getaway trip for the both of them.“Depends on the temperature,” Ted, her husband replied. “But I’d say two days.” “Oh my God, that’s going to wreak!” Paula snapped back.“This was your idea, not mine,” Ted replied. He was pissed. He didn’t want to go on the trip in the first place.“Yeah, well at least I tried to do something, that’s more than you would have.”“No, I wanted to go to Kansas City, but no, you wanted to see the vampires. Fuck these vampires, I didn