CrushedBoyWonder

“Doctor? Savanna’s men, they’re awaiting for your instructions,” ”Oh? Alright Lorilei, thank you.” Dr. McKeyla walked from her office into the laboratory. There in the middle of the floor was the janitorial crew in their white jumpsuits, holding mops and buckets and squeegees, and there was a little Zamboni or some kind of cleaning vehicle. She stood and stared down at them, zooming in to their faces with her Owl Lens glasses, which took in their faces and their name tags, logging them. The men waited patiently but awkwardly. The foreman, a bald pig-looking man with sad eyes named Ted, was waving up at her politely, but was ignored. Eventually Dr. McKeyla spoke. “You have been selected for your hard work, your experience, your constitution, and your discretion.” They nodded to each other, still not sure what was going on. She continued. “This job will not be easy. You will have to work fast and you will have to work hard. You will not be able to speak of anything you see here to

Lorilei shuffled into the lab. There were dark circles under her eyes, and she looked even paler than usual. She bumped into the corner of a table and almost threw up. She choked it back, and began fumbling around to make coffee. ”Good evening!” Angela said loudly and cheerily as she strode into the lab. Lorilei winced at the noise and rubbed her temples. “How was your night?” ”Great,” Lorilei rasped. Her hands were shaking trying to place a mug under the coffee spout. “Great!” Angela said. “McKeyla will be back tonight, so I’ve ordered a replacement box of tinies from the prison. Be sure to have them prepped for her, she’s eager to get back to work. You might all have to work together to get it done in time. And be sure to have all the data from last night collected for her, you know she loves data. Alright, have a good night!” *** The three interns sat in miserable silence, slouched on their lab stools. They were all massively hung over, pale and puffy-eyed. Myla and Alexis

McKeyla took the roof off of Block C, which someone had dubbed “Bad Ones”. She was not expecting what she saw. The cell doors were all open, there was debris everywhere, and prisoners in orange jumpsuits were running amok. The 8 guards were held captive by the prisoners, with shivs pressed to their throats, except for one who seemed to be fully unconscious, or possibly dead with a head wound. Many men were bruised and bleeding. They all looked up when the roof came off. In the middle of the floor area was one of the prisoners who appeared to be the leader. He held a guard in a chokehold, knife angled in toward the neck just under the ear, and a megaphone in the other. “We’ve got hostages, doc! You just back away nice and calm, or we start cutting throats one by one, understand? We’re getting out of here, and if you do anything hasty, they die, got it?” McKeyla sighed and rolled her eyes. She was tired right now, and didn’t expect to have to deal with whatever this was. She picked