[b][I]"Oh god, what the fuck is this thing!... I can't see it! I can't fucking see it!... Shit it got Johnson!... We need to fall bac- OH GOD NO!"[/I][/b] The cries of men pierced through the darkness and echoed through the halls, accompanied by the sounds of bones cracking and a sharp almost roar like laughter. A single screaming guard, who had apparently in a spout of fright abandoned his weapon, emerged around the corner from the small group of would be escapees. He froze in his tracks when he saw them. "OH GOD MORE OF YOU ARE OUT-" He began to scream before something in the darkness grabbed the man by his legs and dragged him off, screaming as loud as his lungs would allow him. The man's cries echoed before finally ending abruptly, them being followed by a gut turning sound of something wet gushing onto the floor.

A few moments later the sound of bare feet walking against the hard floor started from down the hall. As they drew closer to the group origin came into view, a pale teen in a prison jumper that was few sizes to big for his from. He had a inhuman grin on his face, flashing a set of white razor sharp fangs, and his crimson eyes held a deranged look. But what was even more disturbing fact about the teen's appearance was the fact from head to toe he was caked in fresh blood. He eyed the group before speaking in a voice much to human for his appearance. "Hello all, lovely night for a stroll isn't it?"