"And so tyranny naturally arises out of democracy, and the most aggravated form of tyranny and slavery out of the most extreme form of liberty.": Plato, The Republic, Book VIII (Stephanus 564a)
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The high security jail (SITRAK) in Lenzburg is one of the few prisons designed for the most dangerous people in this country. To lock them up and not let them so easily out again. That's the exact place I'm stuck in.
This day feels different as I walk through the hallway towards my cell... The walls of the hallway are all in a yellowish color... No change in it. The lights flicker strangely, which is very unusual. The electricity seems to have some problems.
The doors to the cells, constructed out of heavy metal.. strong enough to hold back any fist trying to punch through it... Strong enough to hold back any bruised hand already...
A policeman brings me back to my cell after I've been on my breakfast, while some sugar packets are hidden underneath my clothes in order to create a fire with cleaning chemicals one day, to start a distraction as I'll try to sneak out with my friends and get out of this hole... And feel the freedom again... Feel the fresh air through my hair, see the different colors of the tree leaves and finally go wherever I want with no control to stop me... Like a bird would do. But no... Not yet. It'll take some time.
I walk inside the cell as the door is locked behind me and I hide the sugar packets, I took with me.
As I'm alone I sit down on my chair in front of my desk with a notebook, where I write down my thoughts about how to get my revenge once I get out of this place... How to find him again... And make him pay for what he did... And after all I was the one who ended up in jail and not him.... And for that and the death of my father he shall be destined to die. No forgiveness can be given to him.
As I'm writing this, I stares out the window and see a few houses in the distance... Some trees and huge mountains are far away... It's so beautiful, but it's also calling for me...
The escape plan will be fulfilled, but not today... Tonight is the night I'll escape...
And as long as I don't hurt anyone or break something, I'm technically not doing anything illegal, since it's not a crime to escape from a prison here... Well, I won't do it this way anyway... I'm a realist and not a naive and dumb boy.
And so I read and spent half of my time, reading through some historical books ...
I chose one about the Storm On The Bastille, which occurred in 1789 during the French revolution...
But sadly I don't have a group of people, which will break into this prison and free me like it was on the storm on the Bastille... So I'll get out myself haha...
I have friends here who will support my plan and get us out of here .... Oh, I will!
Suddenly my attention turns towards the TV in my room. Some breaking news...
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BREAKING NEWS
The reporter seems even more worried, than she usually is. Sweat visible on her forehead through the TV and eyes darting nervously from one corner to the other one.
The reporter: Please pay attention to this information. According to our newest information within the last weeks the "Wildfire Virus" from France managed to infiltrate our nation and the civilians of it. Multiple patients in hospitals returned to life after they died... But aggressive and with no memory of their past life... Lost the ability to communicate and aren't better than animals in their behavior. They turned feral. No answers are provided of why all of this is occuring right now.
She gulps as she tries to get the most important information out of herself.
The reporter: The hospitals couldn't control that outbreak and the army and help from our neighboring countries arrived.. The government is trying to stop the infection and the attacks of those infected people without violence or death. We advise anyone to stay in their homes, close all windows and doors and not let anyone inside. Even if that someone is your family member, who walked alone home from the hospital. This is an emergency! Special laws are now being used. So I wa-a-a-a....
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The breaking news shut down as I hear a scream from her.
This is strange... Not some black death or the Spanish flu, which killed millions during world war 1...
But this behavior wasn't there to be found...
It was different...
Maybe this virus will fulfill the quote from Platos about our political systems throughout our past and future... Maybe tyranny will truly arise even in Switzerland...
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The rest of the the day ends smoothly. A lunch for every prisoner is organized and there I receive my mashed potatoes with some juice, just like salad and a vanilla pudding. But while I usually would've waited 10 minutes, here it took almost 30 minutes.
And then questions form in my head as I only see 4 instead of 7 prison cantina workers.
So atypical, that even my friends look as if they just saw a ghost. The cantina workers are always here and that now 3 are gone, which were there only yesterday is really a bizarre situation.
The hours pass and at the evening... I hear screams ... Medics arrive because one of the prisoners has a fever and vomits blood every few minutes... His eyes are already red and puffy from the crying, caused by the pain, which forces his body to shake and wince at the nausea.
I manage to hear, that they talk about him having red eyes and spitting blood the whole time... That they acknowledge his dreams of monsters. Then he always wakes up in a bed covered in his sweat...
They two guards leave together with him...
This is already the second bizarre situation... Even I feel worried about this whole situation even though I must admit a catastrophe would've been perfect for me.
As I look out of my cell I see a blood strain throughout the floor leading to the exit of this hallway.
That's the blood strain left behind from the prisoner who has been carried away from his cell by the guards
I try to fall asleep, but I wake up ... And that repeats every 10 minutes as one scream full of pain follows the other ones...
The exactly same signs of this virus or infection the guy from before had.... Vomiting... Blood coming out of his mouth and an unbearable pain.
Suddenly I hear a gunshot, but not from inside... From outside and as I manage to take a glance out of my window I see the dead body of the prisoner who was carried out of his cell before due to his pain and physical reactions...
A little "Hugh" escapes my mouth as I see this. My limbs freeze and my theory, that something serious is occuring is confirmed.
That the police fires a gun at a disarmed person means something... Especially if it's in Switzerland out of all counties in the world...
Cause this cannot just happen... There has to be a reason for such actions...
But instead of allowing the fear to take over of me, I smile like a fox, who got an idea on how to trick everyone else.
The lights flicker and while other prisoners yell at the police, that they're inhuman I feel like I know exactly, that all this has to do something with the news and the reporter who screamed mirroring a tortured prisoner... This ain't normal...
I followed the news the whole week and knew exactly what I had to do...
So I stay in my cell and be quiet, only looking and nodding one time at some other prisoners I've always been friends with to follow me when the expected riot will occur during dinner. We just need one person to speak up against the actions of the guards in this prison and that will be me...
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~ This dinner
I sit on my chair and slowly chew on my food. Every bite I take prepares me for this presentation of myself and the start of this riot.
As I hear the other inmates whispering with each other about the guards taking away that one sick inmate and not returning him yet... Especially after one inmate who was on the prison med didn't see him being brought there.
And so I arise from everyone else here and stand up on one of the tables as I scream. A posture of a true revolutionist is visible on me. And so I declare.
I: You all wish to know what these guards did to the inmate who was taken away?
I ask, waiting for the simple answer I expect to hear.
The crowd of inmates: Yeah! What's going on here?
They all say in unison, their tone being carried by anger.
Adrian ( I ) : They killed him! Shoot him right in the face in the nation where the death sentence is unexsistend... Shoot him like a dirty dog!
And they'll do the same to us if we won't fight back!
I scream loudly with all of my passion mirroring a revolutionist, who wishes to end the monarchy in his country.
It doesn't take long and the planned riot starts this night. Prisoners fight the guards during the dinner and I only grab a bunch of knives and run to my cell with my cellmates... All this while chaos overtakes this prison cause these aren't just prisoners fighting guards, but prisoners fighting for their lives.
As I return to my cell to take my stuff the news officially confirms an outbreak in Switzerland... The country, which has always been stable falls now. Funny.
The newscaster speaks up in all seriousness, advising every living person to stay at home and close their doors and windows and mentioning infected ones wandering freely through the streets of Switzerland.
But then I take a little glance at a video shown in the news. A scene, which has to be shown through a mirror into another universe... But it's real. The video shows a policeman stopping a civilian, who bit into the neck of an older woman and killed her.
At that he also attacks the policeman anda fight breaks out till the policeman shoots into the head of that infected one.
Strange... Why in the head?
Meanwhile as a real war breaks out in the cafeteria I slowly sneak towards a guard, who has a key card from the door of the outdoor area of the prison. He's standing there alone cause all of the other guards are busy fighting off the biggest riot this prison was ever forced to endure.
I slowly sneak towards him, making the same amount of sounds a ninja would create... Which means no sounds at all.
The other inmates, that will escape with me wait as I raise my knife and prepare it to pierce through his throat ... About to produce a red fointain.
But then for some unknown reason he turns his face to me as he sees me approaching him ready to murder him any second to secure my way out of this place.
But just as he notices my knife from the cafeteria, it is already stuck in his throat... Blood spilling out of it right onto the door infront of him. Painting it with this red color as it turns into one of these modern art paintings, which usually have more than one color, but this one is purely red.
My cellmates Peter and Hans nood as we take the key card and walk outside. There we see people screaming nearby as those undead things attack and bite them... Hell... but our ticket to freedom as well.
And then finally the electricity is gone and shut off in this prison as the fights got worse and one prisoner, who we gave a lot of our possessions shut down the electricity of the prison. Our plan became much more simple through the end of the world.
And so we cut the wire, which kept us in here. We change into civilian clothes we stole from the guards a few days ago and Peter cuts the barbed wire.
Peter: We're free! We're finally free!
He shouts smiling as we run out of the prison, but then a monster with blood coming out of his mouth and pieces of flesh hanging from his teeth approaches us slowly with disgusting sounds, which don't differ from those monsters in horror movies...
I take the knife in my hand and prepare to kill it. Not that hard... After all I only recently killed a guard in this prison...
I pierce with the knife right through his throat and pull it out, but he doesn't stop... Nor looks away... Shows no pain and only keeps approaching me. There a fear takes over me. A fear I've never felt before... Cause how can you kill something, which can't die.
Hans: What the fuck?! How did he not die?
Hans says in disbelief as his eyes widen like they never did before. A shock conquers him... And me too.... The very same one conquers Peter too.
Blood keeps spilling out of that monster, but nothing changes at all.
I sting into his stomach, cut his arm multiple times and push him away, but nothing changes... Nothing... As if everything I do against him... Any way I hurt him is completely useless and a pure waste of time.
A monster, that keeps approaching us... With no change in his facial expression... The eyes are red and the face covered in a stranger's blood and flesh.
It keeps on going like that till I push him against the barbed wire and Peter takes a knife and pierces it right through his eye... There he finally falls and we all breathe out again.
Peter: He's... He's fucking dead, man...
Adrian: Well, it is not the strongest who survive, nor the most intelligent, but the most adaptable, right?
Peter: Yeah...
Peter says as he stares at this cannibal lying there ...dead... Not moving an inch of a finger...
Adrian: I don't know what's going on, but this is the end of the old world... Oh it is ..
I laugh loudly and lean back only to lean forward again. I keep on laughing as if I watched all of Mr. Bean episodes in this second.
Adrian: We're free in a world, which collapsed... Now our time has come and I know exactly where we'll go, but let's wait for the other prisoners to leave this prison too. I know a perfect place... A safe heaven in the mountains....
There we'll finally be able to start again and I'll be able to get my revenge as soon as I find him...
I'm after you and there's no place to hide for you now....
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