The vibration from the tram could be felt through the floor but the sound of the car itself was silent. Once again, for the twelfth time since lunch, a tourist car pulled up to the Plexiglas side of Bohdan’s cell and stopped so the ticket holders could get a look at the prison’s most famous resident. Bohdan the Vampire Ripper. Housed at this prison facility for over a hundred and thirty years, Bohdan had become the most famous resident of this now privately owned business.Built near Topeka in eighteen eighty, the state owned prison was sold to New Systems Corrections Inc. in nineteen ninety three. It was then retrofitted to hold a tram line that could navigate through the building stopping at cells to let paid tourists view the inmates. Inmates that were now exclusively vampires. The venture was akin to a zoo, or a theme park that allowed visitors to view the attractions from a safe distance. Each cell had one side fitted with a Plexiglas that faced the tram and allowed the visitors

Cara Scott RN entered Tadpole’s Bar and Grill dressed like a slut. She was on a mission and knew exactly how to get what she wanted, she just needed to find the right person to do it. The bar was filled with employees from the prison, guards, grounds, kitchen, maintenance, you name it, and there were there to party. She was looking for a particular guy from the maintenance department named Steve Grant who she only knew from work from afar, mainly passing each other in the halls.Inside the bar, she quickly scanned the busy room and found a full table where Steve was sitting with a group of guards from the prison. She did her best to ready herself and strolled past the table on her way to the bathroom finding an excuse to run into Steve. When she approached the table, she slowed down, smiled and waved at the group at the table and made the comment, “There isn’t a place to sit anywhere in here.” She knew that would be all it took to get an invite to the table. The table was mostly men w

On Monday’s the trams don’t run, it’s the one day of the week when traffic was slow so they decided to use the day for cleaning and maintenance. Because of this, the inmates were given the hours in the yard to themselves as a way to unwind and socialize. Like any other prison, the yard segregated itself into factions based on anything from race, politics to sexual preferences. Bohdan always sat alone on a bench near the entrance door. He had no friends, chose not to make any and today was no different. Then a small group approached him. The skinheads.“Rumor is you stood up to the warden,” the lead skinhead said. His name was Thor Anderson and looked as bleached white as any vampire could be. Covered with dark, thick tattoos that showed his allegiance to his views, he was an intimidating man with no fear. At least no fear you could see.Bohdan raised his arms and showed the bandages. “It didn’t end well,” he replied.“I give you credit for standing up to that black bitch,” Thor said p

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

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