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[b]Prisoners cell: Inmate #5877, "Gabriele Hawke"[/b]

Betrayer. Scoundrel. Villain. Vagabond and masterless rogue, killer and saboteur. Just a few such names the prison guards had thrown at this particular individual at meal time for the last two years. Stripped of everything amd amything that could be valued, Prison 5877 was nothing more than a number with a bad history as far as the guards were concerned.

Which is what made the way Wilhelm, junior keeper of the keys in his early 30s with a salt and pepper beard and short cut brown hair, called him sound that much stranger.

"Hawke!" The man was out of breath as he fumbled with the keys at his belt in a desperate search for the proper key amid the dozens at his belt. "We don't have time. I don't have time. Get yourself gone! GO!" The key slid into the lock and clicked, Wilhelm brushed sweat and blood from his eyes as he tore at the leather straps at his neck. Puncture wounds dotted his flesh as it almost squirmed at his touch.

"You were a good man. I know you were." There was panic in his eyes, a thin trail of blood was oozing from his left socket. Soon the right began to do the same. "Forgive us." 
The longsword at Wilhelms hip was hastily tossed at the mans feet as a sickening CRACK came from the guardsmens torso, eliciting a scream of pain and another desperate glance at the burly prisoner. Of all the guards, Wilhelm had been fine as far as militants went. Quiet, honorable, dutiful. They had never truly spoken but there was acceptance between the two.
Now, it had come time to do the right thing. The infection was burning in his lungs and violently attacking him from the inside. It festered and gnawed at him, the mutagenic nature was rapid and hellishly painful.

His hands had already taken on the blackened tone of the insect creatures below. A seam across his chin had split it wide open to reveal a widening set of mandibles. The eyes pleaded mercy. 

Hawke would need to kill the transforming creature before it could infect him too. 

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Kris and Macy had problems of their own but not nearly as problematic. When the outbreak had come, they two women had already been locked in a cell like prisoners and stripped of their weapons. Nearly 3 days have passed with little food and water, no visits from any but a single guard, and the Warden had never returned from the lower levels to visit them. Word was short but they knew he was alive and fighting, the top floors had been barricaded and all gateways shut.

The two of them were without guards in a simple two bed cell with a single toilet. Needless to say, their stay thus far had been maddening. Without a guard around to watch them it was time for an escape. A single lock on their guest cell was all that barred them from the wider prison, their weapons were a floor below in a staff barracks likely emptied.
Word of an infectious disease ravaging the lower levels had slammed the prison into emergency lockdown.