They had arrived at the front gate, they were being let through and you couldn’t see to the front of the line what was happening. Dillon tried using his optic but to no avail, they were just a herd of mindless cattle heading into an unknown world and unknown destination. Dillon tried to stay near this girl he felt some sense of gravitation towards, it was hard in the crowd. Everyone looked scared and frantic, it was like a movie. The dust had kicked up and with the sun had made a sandstone colored fog amongst everyone. “Stay with me” he yelled at the girl. She looked at him, with dark eyes and an emotionless response. In this moment where they made eye contact he could see her soul, he saw pain and anguish, he saw loneliness. He too felt like her, he; in this moment was a part of her. The loneliness and the want for no one, the solemn vow you understood that in the end you only had yourself, she looked back at him with this empty response, kindly blinking to subtly acknowledge she would follow.
She grabbed the back of his shirt as they moved forward through the condensing crowd. Dillon could see only dust and people franticly moving forward, towards an unknowing fate. Suddenly the line came to a stop and he had bounced off the man in front of him, if he were claustrophobic now would be the time to panic. He had no space on all sides of him and the girl who was following him had her hand gripping his shirt but still people were between them. The dust cloud settling as people were being taken away by guards and escorted off. There was a line of them, as if they were at a riot. The guards stood shoulder to shoulder with induction gloves on. If they laid a hand on you it would send a million volts of electricity coursing through your body pulsating for around ten seconds. It wasn’t the glove that actually repelled you from them though, the restraints on the prisoners acted like magnets against this technology, you literally couldn’t approach it.
If you were pushed forward for instance, that is when you would break their line and be shocked indefinitely. They didn’t need the glove to shock you, the restraints were powered by the power grid that was below their feet. The power was wireless, the shocking was wireless, as was the repelling. All these forces acting in concert seemed like magic. Induction technology was famous for controlling situations in recent years, police officers didn’t have to carry as much gear or shield when at close quarters anyone laying a hand on them or their induction gear would be subjected to self-harm by the shocking you were delivered. The above is all fucked up. Must rethink. Dillon heard some screams and as he was pushed forward by the massive crowd around him that some people were pushed too far and suffered at the hands of the guards for not restraining themselves. It was hard to stop yourself from moving forward when you couldn’t use your hands. At this line of guards there were important looking men behind them. A man in particular was wearing a uniform Dillon was familiar with. This man was a doctor. He was walking back and forth on a platform and pointing at people, triggering their restraints and allowing them to come through one of two gates.
Dillon noticed this with frightening speed, he realized there was a possibility that she could be separated from him and he didn’t know anything about this process right now other than being selected to go left or right. He looked at her and pulled her next to him, grabbing her on the forearm with his hand. He hoped that if one of them was selected this might interfere with the process and let them both go. There was hundreds of people to sort through so surely this was possible. The man seemed to be the only one in charge of selecting where people were going. The crowd seemed to be thinning out as Dillon had more room around him now, he looked up at the doctor who was moving back and forth inspecting people for some reason. He too, was a well-dressed and manicured individual. He stood tall and was handsome, dark hair and a mustache. He had dark eyes, with an intense look about him that demanded respect and power.
His presence could be felt from this far away, Dillon looked calmly in his direction and the man pointed, briefly making eye contact with Dillon. He was suddenly, almost like a falling sensation, let through the line of guards into one of the gates. He didn’t have time to think about the girl who was with him, because when he turned around she was gone. A sense of sadness overcame him, a sense of loss. It was no matter though, he entered alone and would leave alone.
This was his mission. Dillon followed the people ahead of him, they were heading down a corridor light up How did they get into the corridor, were there doors/etc.? With bright lights and what appeared to be sensors on the wall, though sensors for something he did not know. Dillon kept walking and looked behind him to check for the girl, there was only a guard following up the last few members selected to go this way. “Damn” he thought. Dillon looked over at the all-white illuminated walls and used his optic to look at one of the sensors, careful not to trigger anything he was able to see it was of Sabai origin using the LOINC globally standardized system of coding. This meant the sensor was picking up vital signs and other measurements. “Why would they be measuring vitals?” Dillon thought to himself.
Down the brightly lit corridor they went, with guards in the rear making sure they kept on the same path. Dillon saw the congregation ahead slow down. The corridor opened up into a room. Guards were screaming and positioning people onto yellow spots on the floor. When Dillon approached he quickened his pace, as not to be one to slow down the line.
He was positioned onto a yellow spot like the others. The doctor from earlier was present, Dillon didn’t move, like the rest of the prisoners his senses were heightened and he wasn’t trying to single himself out. They were in a large gymnasium shaped room, all white walls and a sandstone floor. They were just outside the entrance to the corridor that lead them here. In front of their position was two guard shacks, with what looked like weapon proof glass on them. There were about twelve guards, the doctor, and five nurses. The doctor was talking to one of the higher ranking guards and his nurses, then he turned and spoke. “You will all be receiving a microchip in your hand.” He paused and looked at the terrified prisoners. “This microchip will identify you, allow you to eat food here, allow us to identify any medical issues, and track you if you were to try and escape.”
A man in front of their group raised his fist in defiance, rushing towards the guards screaming “REVALATIONS! GOD WILL N-“ *Bang* a single shot from one guard next to the doctor was well placed in finding its target. The up riser was dead-on the floor before he could even finish his sentence. Dillon watched the pink cloud of blood explode from his head, and the brains and innards splatter in the air. There was a gigantic pile of blood coming from his grounded corpse. Dillon could tell this place did not care about your life, he wondered why they even had kept them alive this long.
The nurses were coming down the aisle now, his heart beat quickened. “Should I allow them to give me one?” he thought they might be poisoning them this way. There had to be something behind the microchip. The nurse approached him now, “Right hand please” she looked up at him and was waiting for compliance, a guard followed closely behind her as to deter anyone from trying anything funny. He complied and held out his hand, she took out a liquid nitrogen and glass vial, sticking it to his hand and the glass inside the vial shattered, numbing the area with nitrogen and injecting him with the microchip. The guard then waved his hand over Dillon’s and Dillon could tell from the way the guards eyes moved, he was looking at a visual display of some kind, related the what was just injected into his hand.
Dillon suspected the guard could probably inspect and inmate by waving their hand towards the inmate and pulling up a reading from the microchip. Assign numbers here? They moved one and continued down the line. “Now, drop your clothes” everyone was looking at each other with odd expressions. “I SAID DROP YOUR CLOTHES!” he smacked his hand on one of the guard shacks, making a loud sound. Everyone with panicked expressions began taking their clothes off. Dillon included. “This is getting weird. Are they just going to kill us now?” he thought to himself.
Just then he noticed, the girl from earlier was undressing herself not too far from where he was. Dillon’s eyes were focused on her, checking out her slender and toned naked body. She pulled her pants off slowly, bending over as she did so, reaching down to grab her pant leg and pull her leg out. Dillon was almost naked now, still focused on this girl he was fascinated with. He wanted her to know he was here with her, but how? He watched as her pants came off, and he became alert that he was becoming aroused. She had on a white thong, and as she brushed her hair back behind her ear she turned her head to make eye contact with him. Dillon wide eyed and embarrassed, moved his head quickly and blushed.
The nurses were coming down the aisle’s handing out a bottle of what looked like green soap as the head doctor spoke again “You will use this entire bottle of soap on yourselves and return here in no more than five minutes. Your time starts now.” Dillon looked for the girl, but she was already gone. He watched as people ran towards the edge of the room they were in, there were showers all around the edge of the room it appeared. Dillon tried to look for her but had to keep moving off following some people to the edge. Meanwhile, the guards and nurses were collecting all of the clothes in trash bags. Dillon hurriedly went to the side of the room and located a shower head with about 8 people trying to desperately wash themselves. He looked at his bottle of soap and saw that it was not labeled.
Dillon had a funny feeling about the soap so he squeezed the bottle out onto the floor and raised his hand in the air attempting to get some water from the showerhead. The prisoners were shoving each other to get their turn with the water, and no-one had watches. Dillon’s hair wasn’t even wet. He saw some people heading back toward the yellow circles, and he decided to opt for a different shower head. Dillon rushed nakedly towards the next group of people he saw here, only five were around this one. “Alright switch!” they were saying, and one rotated into the water. “You’ll have to go somewhere else, we have a minute a piece.” Their voices said to him, Dillon turned back around, slightly rushing for time.
The group he came from was still no better off, he ran further down the wall towards the next group, and further from the yellow circles. More people were heading back now. “Shit.” He said out loud. The next shower head had about 10 people on it too. He turned around, it seemed about half were back at the circles now. Dillon started towards that group of five, and walked with intent. “I’ll just have to make one of them move.” He murmured. When he made his way towards them, they started towards the yellow circles, Dillon rushed up and basically had two seconds of time in the shower before he too headed back to the yellow marks on the ground. They were standing there now freezing cold with no clothes.
“Very good. Now hold out your bottles of soap and we will collect them. Make it quick.” Everyone held out their bottle of soap and the guards came by looking at them to make sure it was empty. “Where is your bottle?” a guard spoke to a woman in front of Dillon. “I-I-Don’t know sir.” The guard dropped his trash bag of bottles he had been collecting. To Dillon’s left he saw a prisoner running back from the showers late, the man was frantic looking, a hand covering his penis while he ran, and his bottle of soap in the other hand. *Bang* a shot, the man was taken aback by the bullet that hit him in the chest. He slid to his knees and attempted to get up *Bang* another slow shot, this time through the man’s heart.
Blood splattered the floor, and the prisoner fell back bending in a way that shouldn’t be possible, his arm clenched and held out awkwardly as he sunk to the floor. The guard in front was watching and pulled the woman out of formation by her hair “Where is it?” he spoke, she replied clearly scarred by the tone in her voice “I must have dropped it, I’m so sorry!” he dragged her out, she screamed, sobbing. He took out an old fashioned night stick, and beat her in the chest with it. He was standing bend over, one hand clenching her hair, and she was on the ground looking up at him as he beat down on her chest with this huge night stick. *Crack*... *Crack* everyone could hear the bones cracking and her wounded screams as if an animal was being killed, he pulled her up by her hair and beat her in the hip now *Crack* Dillon saw a prisoner ahead of him throw up, vomit soaking the floor below them. *Crack* she was screaming loud now. Dillon felt a disgust in him, he didn’t care about death but seeing this upset him.
The guard let go of her hair and she slumped to the floor, clutching the guards pant leg. *Crack. Crack. Crack* he beat her in the back until she stopped moving and let go of his leg. The guard put his foot on her back and started beating the inside of her thigh with his baton now. *Crack* another, this time in the knee *Crack* he stepped off and kicked her in the face, the impact flipping her unconscious face in full view of Dillon. It was her, the girl he had been trying to protect.
Note: Maybe the chip they have in their hands acts as a possible Taser of sorts, connected to the nerves and powered be induction?
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The Doctor spoke, “You have all been selected to begin this encampment as Phase One inmates. If you work hard and follow the rules you will become a Phase Two inmate, and then have the Potential for entering Phase Three. After completing Phase Three You will leave the camp.” He motioned towards one of his guards, the guard stepped forward and pointed
The room needs to be designed to make sense, showers and a corridor towards medical / area.
The guard looked over the group, the room silent as a grave now. Dillon was staring at the girl on the floor. “Is she dead?” he felt anger at this, for he was powerless in this situation. He looked up at the Guard’s nametag, it said “STATON”... “I’ll remember you Staton.” His eyes beaming down on the guard, Dillon imagined if his vision could kill the whole room might have died at this moment. “MOVE!” Staton yelled at the group, pointing towards a corridor near the showers. The doors by the showers now illuminating as to indicate they were unlocked. The group began walking in that direction. “MOVE I SAID!” Staton yelled. Dillon was held back, in the confusion of everyone moving he had ran over to the girl, camouflaged by all of the bodies moving by. He knew if he was seen he would receive the same treatment.
He lifted her head up and held her, her beautiful blue lantern eyes opened up and stared into his. “You need to move.” Dillon spoke with power, though he himself was actually choked up in this moment. “Why am I experiencing this emotion?” he thought to himself simultaneously. She made an effort to move and winced in pain. “I don’t know if I can.” She whispered out. People around them were thinning out now, even though the guards were focused on the moving group Dillon and her would soon be the last two left and certainly would be dealt with.
He used his strength to pick her up “We’re going, we have no choice darling.” She winced in pain, her eyes closed, she definitely had some broken bones. “MOVE NOW!” Staton was on them. The girl forced herself to move, limping and using Dillon for help. “Let’s go, let’s go.” Dillon whispered to her, Staton behind them a ways approaching. The girl forced herself forward, her leg was numb but it worked. It was hard to breath but she managed, this was difficult but she could make it. Dillon had his arm around her and could still use the few remaining people for cover as they escaped into the corridor of people. They rushed down a white illuminated corridor and came to a halt at the back of a line of slow moving inmates. No one was talking, and everyone was lined up on the wall facing down the line towards the front.
The girl collapsed onto Dillon’s back when they stopped, hugging him for support. Dillon looked around the man in front of him to see if a guard was coming their way yet. She leaned on to his shoulder with a big sigh and calmly stated “Broken nose, possible broken ribs, orbital is possibly fractured, knee is swollen, possibly dislocated.” Dillon turned his head towards hers, “Are you okay?” she whispered quietly “I am a nurse.” Dillon smirked “But are you okay?” he paused. She let go of him and supported herself by leaning against the wall *Crack* Dillon heard from behind him “Been through worse.” She said. “What was that? Dillon replied. “Reset my nose.” The girl said plainly. Dillon thought on it for a moment, he wanted to say something but he was unable to find words.
The feeling in his stomach was of butterflies and excitement. “I’m in a prison, a death camp. I’ve seen about ten people die today, and I should be in fear for my own life as well. But at this moment, I’m infatuated with a girl like I’ve never been in my life. Hmm...” Dillon thought to himself joyfully for a moment, not realizing the line had shortened considerably, he rushed up and the people behind followed. There was a guard in view now, rushing people in to a room. Dillon was pointed to go in next, he rushed in and to his surprise, barbers. Dillon was motioned over by what looked like, another inmate. Pale and sickly looking, all 10 chairs had these sickly looking inmates cutting hair. Dillon walked over quickly to his chair, there was a guard at the opposite side of the room keeping watch and rushing people out. Dillon spoke as the man began to quickly shave his head.
The familiar and comfortable buzz of the clippers was somewhat dulled by his need for information. “What is your name?” the inmate didn’t flinch, he kept buzzing Dillon’s hair. “How long have you been here?” Dillon murmured. Still the inmate didn’t speak, or change his tune. *Ouch* Dillon said aloud. The clippers bit in. Just as quickly as he began, he was finished. The inmate slapped him on the shoulder and Dillon stood up, attempting to make eye contact with him but the sickly looking fellow was just staring at the door for the next one to enter for their haircut. Out the door Dillon walked, slightly disturbed by the fact he didn’t get a response. “Maybe his tongue was cut out.” Dillon thought to himself. The guards were lined in this hallway, screaming at them to keep moving.
The sense of panic didn’t effect Dillon even though he quickened his pace. He understood what it was doing to everyone else though, they were mimicking what prey in the wild did. Their pupils were even dilated to receive more visual input. Dillon saw their palms were sweaty and they probably suffered from an increased pulse rate as well. He alone would stay calm, attempting to figure his way out of this desolate place. They rushed him into another room with cubicles now. Dillon was trying to remember the directions for the way there. “Gates, corridor on the left. Shower room, corridor on the right. Room on the left barbers. Hallway taking me to the left to cubicles...” He was sat down by a guard and in front of a nurse at a small table inside of the cubicle. “Hold out your hand.” She said to him, looking at him indiscriminately. Dillon complied. The nurse swiped her hand over his, and then she looked up at what Dillon could assume was a menu that he could not see. Dillon was betting that it was being projected from her glasses. “Name?” she spoke, looking down at him intently. “Evan Kyrus” Dillon said, staring at her figure through her very form fitting nurse uniform.
The nurse was typing on the table, staring up and the invisible menu. “County of conviction?” Dillon stared at the table. “Gale” he spoke. She typed and asked another question “Birth date?” Dillon was recalling all the information of his fake identity “2/13/2003” Dillon answered. She spoke, looking at him over her glasses, Dillon let his imagination wander for a moment, this was exactly how some sexy nurse or secretary would look at him, in his imagination. “I’ve got you here. Evan Janeese Kyrus Sentence 10 years and 0 days for breaking and entering into a WGT (World Government Transmission), tampering with official government documents, resisting a federal agent, attempted murder, conspiracy against a government agency, and robbery. You will be assigned to cell house 700 with the bunk number of 738. You will be commonly referred to as your bunk number so remember it. Exit.” She looked at him and cocked her head to the side.
Dillon was aroused just looking at her in her skin tight white nurse uniform, clearly large breasts peeking out of her top and red plump lips were so juicy he wanted to bite them more than anything else in the world right now. She was Staring at him with her glasses down on her nose, so she looked over them was just over the top. “I feel like I’m in a pornography.” He thought to himself. “Exit.” She looked at him intensely and then up at the guard. Dillon gathered himself quickly and stood up realizing that he had frozen for a moment there “Move!” the guard yelled, pointing down the hall.
Dillon briskly moved down the hall towards his next unknown destination. Coming to a door leading outside they were halted and being placed into a formation you might see in the military. They made a platoon of inmates, everyone slowly filling in as they came out of the corridors final doors. Dillon was taking in the view of the camp from his position near the tail end of the platoon. Guards were stationed all around them, there was a fence on both sides of them and a gate in front of them presumably leading inside the prison, as he could see large WW2 Quonset hut style building. If he focused carefully through all of the fence he was looking through, he saw more Quonset huts and some large concrete buildings also.
This information didn’t mean much to him right now. “If I’m at the entrance to the prison from the processing station behind me… there might be another entrance for the guards and maybe for that other group. If I’m phase one as they said, then where do the phase two inmates come through?” He was looking around as the guards began screaming to move forward. They marched forward, buildings to the left and right of them without clear purpose. Dillon was inadvertently staying in step with the man in front of him, a habit he wasn’t willing to kick at this moment. “I see a platoon coming...” Dillon looked ahead of the people in his platoon, moving over a rank quickly as to not be seen. “They look serious. Tired even.” The entire passing platoon Dillon focused on had the same haircut as they did, maybe a couple weeks growth.
Their numbers were considerably smaller and they all bore a hardened expression. As if every one of them had been set to purpose. He would have expected a passing glance but to his confusion he did not. Just as the barber inmates did not deviate from their job, neither did this platoon. “What are they going to do to us to make us like that?” he thought to himself, staying in step with the platoon and marching ahead. A right turn now, and what a poor excuse of a platoon Dillon thought. No one was in step with anyone except for him and the man in front of him. Dillon looked up to check and see the sun for what time it was. “I’m guessing it’s around 1800... So what I know so far is... I arrived by a bus with around 300 inmates. We immediately began having casualties. Life means nothing here.
The prison must be induction powered, as are these restraints and vehicles. They use caseless ammunition and pulse rifles, in addition to induction gloves when we are not near the induction grid. They made us shower with a particular soap, and the inmates I see around here so far are sick or set to dead purpose. The severity of our daily lives must be important and yet to come...” he was reviewing the information as they came to a stop outside of a freshly constructed concrete barracks. The roads were all concrete as well, though of not a typical color.
They were facing the guards, and the guards were talking amongst themselves as the platoon of inmates looked onward. Dillon made small movements as to not point himself out, he was looking around for that girl he wanted to see. “How’s she doing? Did she lag behind and get killed?” He wondered. The guards addressed the platoon, “Who here has worked construction?” A guard yelled out. Dillon looked around and seen some hands raise hesitantly. “I have experience... But I’m going to wait and see what happens to these idiots first...” Dillon said to himself. The guard yelled again “If you have construction experience, raise your hands high. Do it now!” A small amount was already raising their hands, a few more joined now. The guard looked over the crowd again and shouted “Move over here.” He pointed, and the group moved quickly, disappearing from the ranks.
Dillon watched and the guard appeared to be scanning their hands and typing something invisibly as the next one yelled out “Who has experience in food service?” a larger amount of people raised their hand “Move over here!” a guard pointed to a spot a little further down and again people left the platoon. “Who has experience in medical?” Dillon thought for a moment and looked around. The platoon was shrinking and he didn’t want to short himself out on not being picked for anything incase those left were faced with something unfortunate.
Maybe being in medical would mean he could get his hands on some supplies to help him sedate some guards and escape. “Maybe she’ll raise her hand... she’s a nurse!” Dillon raised his hand. “Move over here!” they yelled out. Dillon rushed over to the spot where the guard had pointed, and he followed them over from the group of guards that were monitoring the platoon. “Hold out your hands” the guard walked around scanning their hands. “You will all be working for me. My name is Sergeant Gonzalez. I will come out each morning at 0500 and you will report directly to this spot. Do you understand?” Everyone nodded or mumbled. “I said DO YOU UNDERSTAND? “Yes sir” a few yelled, a couple more with “Aye Aye sergeant!”
Dillon however had failed to say anything. “I don’t indulge in these idiot behavior.” Dillon was thinking to himself. *BANG* Hit to the ground, something hard. “My face hurts”...pounding sensations on his back and his head. “I see blood.” Dillon couldn’t think clearly. *Bang* he felt like he could think clearly but he couldn’t comprehend what was happening. Darkness, vision was fading along with his energy. Pounding sensations. “A foot.” Dillon was kicked in the face, looking upright at someone. A guard. His eyes closing, he couldn’t hear anything but he could see the guy’s lips moving. “Do you hear me now?” the guard was saying. Dillon was confused. “Yes.” Dillon choked out, suddenly aware of his arms and body.
He looked around and there was a circle of people around him all being beat in the face or body with batons, the guard yelling again. “When I ask if you understand, you reply!” the guard shouted. “Yes.” Dillon nodded his head. *Bang* stomped on by a boot. Leaving him to lose consciousness for a few moments. When Dillon came to, his small medical group was picking themselves up from the ground, Dillon saw their faces bloody and their eyes blackened. Some noses broken like his, and one in the back who was still down. The guards had stopped beating them and were moving on to the original platoon. Beating them down. 20 guards with batons were beating down inmates. Maybe 70 left in the main platoon and they were all standing still like sheep as the guards slowly picked them off, beating them down. Dillon’s group stood up and a guy from behind Dillon spoke “This is your fault. I’m beating your fucking ass tonight.” Dillon turned around to look at him, his entire body sore, his eye sore and his mind still not returned to him entirely. “You try and you’ll be eating through a fucking tube.” Dillon replied. Frustrated with his situation, he looked back over to see two inmates shot on the ground and the guards returning back to formation in the front.
Everyone seemed to be getting each other up as fast as possible. “Why were they beaten?” Dillon was wondering. “Two more dead... and maybe one behind us.” The guards were sweating and breathing heavy, fixing their uniforms. Once the guards had fixed themselves they addressed everyone. “Go inside, move.” Everyone in their groups was still getting up, and many limping towards the door, Dillon was walking that way when he looked at the limp body from his medical platoon on the ground. “Poor bastard. Sucks to be weak.” He thought to himself as he walked by, Dillon looked into the face of the body. “That’s!” Dillon rushed down picking the limp figure up, holding her in his arms. Her eyes wouldn’t come open, but he felt some strength in her. “Let’s go. You have to move.” Dillon whispered in her ear. Her piercing blue eyes drew themselves from behind her eyelids, “I’m going to die here.” She whispered back.
