Go Back Upstairs and Go to Sleep
As you sleep dreamy vision come to you. Dreams of days, weeks,
months, years, spent rotting a a cell, alone, cold, and dirty. You
don't know why they put you in solitary confidement. You are fed
poorly, your water is nasty, and there is no where to go to the
bathroom but a simple drain in your cell. The others they force to do
hard labor, but you they lock up for fear that you might esacpe.
Though there are dozens of other prisoner in this cell block, only two
are kept on as tight a leash as you. One is a General for a rebel
army, whom they kept alive to pump information out of. But the
other...
The other is locked up in the most secure cell on the facility. It
has solid walls instead of bars. It's door is made of three feet of
steal. There is no window to let in sunlight, though there is a
sliding panel on the door so that the wardens can check on the
prisoner. Then one day, you awaken at night to see the wardens moving
the prisoner. They have place a dark bag over their head and body so
you could not make out what the looked like. Then you see the
prisoner toos something too you. It's a dog tag. You pick it up.
You are looking at the backside, which reads: 'Prisoner # 666'
Then you wake up.
"Time to go!" Hathor yells. You...
You head back up the stairs, up in the bed, and within minutes, doze
off...
