[quote]Rudy, you can help us with digging through a couple of walls…[/quote]

Randolph paused for a moment. Did…Did she call him Rudy? The audacity! It would be as if a cow called her Agatha. 

[color=blueviolet]”It is Randolph actually… [i]feoil[/i][/color] he said, mumbling the last word quietly so as to not announce his dissatisfaction. 

It would seem this human expects his help, did she not hear him express his disinterest? Or is she so brash. Perhaps she is, if she will continue to call him by the wrong name. but on the other hand, suppose he escapes and this motley crew fails. If the prison, more specifically the warden remains, he is unlikely to let Randolph get away. If he is to continue his research unbothered, it would be in his interest to ensure the success of this group. To provide cover for him, if not successful in annihilating the facility and its warden.

But he was never a fan of groups as large as this. Randolph will continue with his plan, with alterations. A concentrated mass has the best chance at breakthrough, but with unknown resistance, it might prove best to defeat in detail.

[color=blueviolet]”…Fine. I’ll help…[/color] Randolph said reluctantly. [color=blueviolet]”I know of a section of wall that is fragile enough for me to pierce so I can dig through the earth. But I suggest we do not merely bypass security but demoralize them. Through the earth I can get to anywhere in this facility nevermind the surface. If we sequentially brutalize the guards from directions they do not suspect, we would be able to rout them. How much would they really care for this job when their life is threatened. I must gather energy for this endeavor, anyone with bloodlust should find me in a few minutes.”[/color]
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Randolph went back to his cell, to devour a corpse he has been saving for a while. A former guard who carried a secret to his grave. And though the dead cannot talk, they can remember. It was from that guard that he first learned of a weakness in the wall. A shattered section that was improperly fixed. Instead of being replaced with the proper, durable, materials it was plastered over. This decision proved a boon for Randolph, as he could easily claw through to the earth that lies behind. 

Sure, there is the matter of having to dig your way up, something that would take weeks. Maybe months. But most probably don’t know that Ghouls are some of the best burrowers around. For as long as Ghouls existed, they dug and tunneled, creating paths and mazes of tunnels which have remained for far longer than recorded history. It makes sense afterall, their food typically lays underneath a few feet of dirt. Randolph has even made his fair share of tunnels. With the tools and instincts given to him by nature, he can dig much faster than any man with a shovel. But for now, he needs to wait for the other plan to fall into action before his part.

All he could do was wait and grab a bite. It may be a while before he can eat again so he will feast. Sitting in the cell, virtually undisturbed for several years, it bears a stench that would turn most away. A mixture of rot and a tinge of something sickly sweet. Most of the flesh has evaporated, consumed by microbes and maggots, the skin visibly clinging to the bones like plastic wrap. While there is considerably less mass to the body, it will still provide ‘dinner and a show’. 

It should not take too long to devour this meal, literally and figuratively. Randolph started at the head, opening his maw and starting with a taste. Disappointing. Though the rot added a pleasant aftertaste and the meat itself was seasoned with a liberal amount of decay, there was still something holding the taste back. There always was in this prison. But soon he will have a wide array of choices again. But enough of that now, as he attuned his senses to the meal before him.

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“Aww dude, I can’t believe they are making us fix this mess”

“I know, we are lie what a thousand feet below ground? What are the inmates gonna do, dig their way out for a bazillion hours?”

“Haha yeah…”

“How did it break anyway? Isn’t this wall supposed to be made of some special metal or something that is virtually indestructible?”

“I think that guy that really really strong guy punched the head of that shapeshifting dude so hard that it came clean off and shattered this wall.”

“Oh yeah, that would explain all the red….”

“Well, it’s going to take us like 12 hours to remove this broken section and replace it so we should get started.”

“Nah that’s for chumps, I say we just plaster over this spot and then paint it to match the rest of the wall. Then we can goof off for the rest of our shift”

“Sounds like a plan to me. I doubt anyone would notice, and besides, is somebody going to dig all the way up to the surface with their bear hands? I don’t see why we bother with these special reinforced wall platings.”

“It may be a mystery, but us goofing off sure isn’t!”
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Randolph was shaken back to reality by the sound of his door unlocking. Perhaps someone is out there to get him out, or perhaps that blind human disabled at least some of the security. Either way, it is now time for his part. Grabbing one last bone and quickly cracking it to consume the marrow, He stepped outside and into the hallway.