BONUM
The backup generator is yet to kick in and a slow panic is filling the mess hall. Is this the test that the scientists were talking about? Or was that yet to come?
The confused murmurs of inmates fill the hall which soon turn to yells of panic when no wardens arrive. You can’t help but feel pity for these people. They may be criminals who had committed terrible crimes but they were still people. Most had been here so long that they'd even forgotten their crimes. Do they really deserve to be in this kind of situation?
Prisoners only recognisable by their voice, yell for guards as shock turns to fear. As the confined chaos spirals out of control, a strong voice yells out in the darkness.
“Wait!”
The chaos pauses.
“They mentioned a test” the same voice yells. “When the groups split up, the ones stayed behind were given an injection. Not all of us though. They told us some injections were fake. This could be a test. To see what would happen if we were left alone to our devices. They want to know if the injection works.”
The lights flickered once again and the room was lit again. You divert your gaze to the ground as your eyes get used to the brightness.
There is a brief pause before a second voice calls out, this time from the far side of the room. “And why should we believe you! I say we wait for the guards to show up. The last time someone left the mess hall without the guard escorts they went into solitary confinement for a week.
Noises of agreement rise from the crowd and you wonder if your fellow ‘injectee’ was right or not. Yes you had been there during the injections but how could you be certain that this was the test they were talking about? How could you be sure that it wasn’t? Was it really a good idea to stay with the inmates? Who should you trust?
Do you stay in the mess hall or leave?
The confused murmurs of inmates fill the hall which soon turn to yells of panic when no wardens arrive. You can’t help but feel pity for these people. They may be criminals who had committed terrible crimes but they were still people. Most had been here so long that they'd even forgotten their crimes. Do they really deserve to be in this kind of situation?
Prisoners only recognisable by their voice, yell for guards as shock turns to fear. As the confined chaos spirals out of control, a strong voice yells out in the darkness.
“Wait!”
The chaos pauses.
“They mentioned a test” the same voice yells. “When the groups split up, the ones stayed behind were given an injection. Not all of us though. They told us some injections were fake. This could be a test. To see what would happen if we were left alone to our devices. They want to know if the injection works.”
The lights flickered once again and the room was lit again. You divert your gaze to the ground as your eyes get used to the brightness.
There is a brief pause before a second voice calls out, this time from the far side of the room. “And why should we believe you! I say we wait for the guards to show up. The last time someone left the mess hall without the guard escorts they went into solitary confinement for a week.
Noises of agreement rise from the crowd and you wonder if your fellow ‘injectee’ was right or not. Yes you had been there during the injections but how could you be certain that this was the test they were talking about? How could you be sure that it wasn’t? Was it really a good idea to stay with the inmates? Who should you trust?
Do you stay in the mess hall or leave?