*BEEP*
An alarm to wake everybody rang throughout the large facility. Sam got up groggily and wiped the sleep out of his eyes. 'Three years to the day. I have been in literal Hell for three. Effing. Years.' He thought to himself as he got up and waited for the door to his room to be unlocked so he can go to breakfast.

Grant had been up for hours at this point and he was making the rounds, pounding on the doors of anybody that was still asleep. He had his usual evil smirk upon his face as he looked forward to another day of torturing these freaks.