Chapter 3: Unstoppable

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Mark Fischbach

The sounds of the ongoing commotion behind me gradually faded away as I pushed forward, minding my surroundings in the maze-like corridors of the facility. Footsteps were heard from all directions, most likely the guards coming to the aid of the fallen.

The place was dimly lit by small fluorescent lights hanging from the ceiling; the walls were faded grey worn out by time. It was a messy sight, not to mention the foul stench of stale sweat, rotten food, and other forms of disgusting substances as thick leaking drainage pipes were built in the ceilings and walls.

Up front was another junction of halls, with one going forward and the other making a right. I kept my right shoulder pressed against the wall making my way to the corner. I stopped there and cautiously peered around it, checking if the spot was free of guards. I saw none, to my relief. I hastily ran to the other side clutching the Glock tightly in my hand with my finger on the trigger.

Upon reaching the spot, I ran but keeping a quiet movement eventually slowing down upon seeing another corner.

Repeating the routine, I glanced over to see two guards talking, one had their back turned at me while the other to his side, they were both armed with shotguns and in full body armor. "There's been an alleged prison break from the west wing." The guard said, "An inmate went missing right after the gates were opened."

Little did I know that I was leaning too far. I quickly retreated and hid from them.

"Wait," The other stopped their conversation, "I think I saw someone." He said pointing to where I was.

My heart missed a beat as soon as I heard footsteps coming to my place. I frantically looked around, searching for a place to hide. Then I turned to the thick pipe passing through the floor and leading to the ceiling.

I quickly climbed up, but the mossy surface of the pipe was slowing down my progress. It was like rock climbing, but only with the added life and death situation. I grunted silently, finally reaching the ceiling and wrapping my arms and legs around the overhead pipes, all while clutching the gun in one hand.

All my weight went to my back as I stayed suspended from the ceiling, getting an upside down view of the corridor. I pulled myself closer to the pipe hugging it and feeling the coldness of the steel. I refrained from any sudden movements the second the two guards stopped directly below me, searching the place.

"I thought I saw something." He said.

Then I felt something near my foot, a rat was crawling on the pipes and up my leg. I bit my lip as the rodent crawled down my thigh and onto my chest making its way to my face. I gently tried blowing it away in an attempt to get it off my face, but I felt its nose sniff my beard giving me an unbearable tingling sensation.

"Get fucking off." I whispered, shaking my head, still aware that the jailers were there.

My arms throbbed, the weight was beginning to weaken my grasp. My heart leapt to my throat as I began to lose grip, and the rat won't stop sniffing my face. My whole being trembled, desperately trying to stay that way longer.

I looked back down when a bead of cold sweat began to go down the tip of my nose. I gasped, seeing the liquid about to drip from my nose and onto the guards below.

The single drop fell.

I held my breath and watched it hit one guard's shoulder. The man immediately felt this, he then wiped it.

Don't look up. Don't look up. I closed my eyes tightly, praying that they don't.

"Man, someone should get a plumber to fix that one." He remarked, "Come on, we have to go to the west wing."

A huge wave of relief overcame me as the men left the spot and disappeared around the corner. I dangled my feet first and silently got down, shaken by my close encounter. I wiped my sweat and shook off the rat on my shoulder before proceeding to look for a way out.

Seán McLoughlin

I stayed put in the control room, watching the action in the video unfold seeing the escaped prisoners dash outside and Mark fight his way through two guards. I then switched my attention to the east wing vide feed and saw a guard roll down the stairs then Felix dragging the body back into his cell before escaping.

They're out.

I smiled, before looking at another screen that displayed a CCTV live footage of the prison's indoor parking lot. In there were blue prison vans. I immediately went to a small cabinet beside the monitors and revealed five Kevlar bulletproof vests on hangers.

Then I unbuttoned my shirt and slipped on one vest before wearing it again. I readjusted my hat while stuffing strands of my lime green hair in it. After all of that, I took two more vests and just sat on the chair facing the door and playing with my shotgun.

After a few minutes, the knob turned, and in came a red haired man of muscular built wearing a dirtied orange prison uniform.

"Just in time, bro." I stood up, "What the hell happened to you?"

Mark looked at me, he was drenched in sweat, "It's a long story."

"You need a change of clothes." I said, tossing him an armor and a set of uniform, "It might be a little tight around the middle," I warned, glancing at the naked bodies of the jailers behind the counter.

"It'll do, thanks." He said, stripping down to his underwear then changing into the uniform fast. He did the same thing with his red hair by hiding it in his cap.

"Ready?" I asked before placing a black plastic bag under the counter with white tape on it and leaving my shotgun with it.

"Let's go." He said, placing his pistol in his holster.

We stepped outside and found ourselves back in the hallway again, but this time disguised as guards. I led the way, going left and stopping in front of a door a few ways from the control room. The two of us went inside, it was dark, pitch black.

I felt for the switch and clicked it, the lights flickered, revealing a large room with guns and ammunition. Mark ran to a nearby shelf and grabbed three large duffel bags.

"Grab as many weapons and ammunition you can." He said, handing me one. "In two minutes we leave. Go."

Mark and I dispersed, I gathered grenades, flash bangs, and C4, stuffing them into the bag. Mark gathered pistols, shotguns, submachine guns, and assault rifles. After the allotted time, Mark and I returned with three bags full of weapons.

"What about that one?" I said, pointing to a single sniper rifle on the top shelf.

Mark snatched the gun and hung it around his shoulder. "Happy now?"

I chuckled. "Split up, meet at the parking garage, we don't want to attract attention."

"Good luck, S." Mark said, squeezing my shoulder.

"Good luck to ya, M." I said back. Then we took different routes all while avoiding contact with the jailers.

Felix Kjellberg

The east side of the prison was relatively quiet, as most guards were preoccupied by the ongoing riot. I was able to navigate my way through the winding corridors avoiding guards and managed to make it to the main hall of the establishment.

I hurriedly ran towards a room and went in, finding myself surrounded by monitors displaying video feeds from almost every corner of the prison.

Just beneath the counter was a black plastic bag marked with white tape alongside a pump-action shotgun. It was left there for me to pick up.

Perfect.

I ripped through the plastic, it was a complete set of jailer uniform and a kevlar vest. I hastily changed into it and equipped myself with the shotgun before going back to the monitors to see the progress. On one monitor that had the video of the garage, I saw two guards loading bags inside a prison van.

Then something caught my eye, a group of police officers from the east wing running towards the garage.

"Okay then, let's take this party to the next level." I pressed a button and the gates from the east wing unlocked, letting all of the jailbirds free and blocking the lawmen's path. It ended in a gruesome brawl once again, with the alarm blaring in all parts of the prison.

"Now with that settled, let's open up the gates." I hit a different button and glanced at a monitor that had the garage gates. It started sliding up and the van began moving. "Time to go."

"Going where?" Someone spoke. It was Carl.

I froze in fear. My eyes quickly darted around the place and saw a pistol on top of the counter.

"I don't think so, Kjellberg. Turn around with your hands up." He threatened, cocking his shotgun. I turned around to face the man who had an angry look on his face, "And I thought you and your lackeys are gonna make out of here."

"Funny you mentioned that, because we will." I snatched the gun from the table and fired at him, not knowing if I'd hit him or not.

The next thing I knew was that a bullet hole appeared on the man's shoulder making him drop his gun. However, he didn't stop there; he charged and shoved me on the counter, using his nightstick to pin me down.

He pushed the weapon closer to my neck but I held it at bay. He was struggling to hold it as his arm bled, the wound beginning to weaken him. Using that as option, I stuck my finger inside the open bullet hole.
Carl wailed, giving me the opportunity to punch him in the face then kick him off of me. The man was dazed as I began to throw more punches at him, hitting various parts of the body. I snatched his baton and used it against him, repeatedly smacking his head with it until he fell down dead, skull cracked open by the baton.

"I'm not in the mood for this right now." I said out of breath.

Using the other end of the shotgun, I smashed the button assuring that they wouldn't be able to close back the gates. On the parking garage video feed was the getaway vehicle driving towards the raised door. The rear door was open; I was able to see Mark wearing a scarf over his mouth inside preparing a carbine rifle as the van swerved past pillars.

I sprinted outside, navigating through the corridors eventually leading me out the lot where the other two were. I began running after the speeding van, pushing my physical capabilities further to catch up to them.

My breathing hitched when the sounds of guns began firing in the place, the guards had finally caught up to our master plan.

"RUN, I'LL COVER YOU!" Mark yelled, aiming his gun at the pursuing jailers.

Seán made a hard right turn, tires screeching against the asphalt road. It was the only window for me to grab on, I grabbed the flailing metal door of the vehicle and managed to get a firm grip.

"I GOT YA!" Mark grabbed my shoulder and pulled me in just as the van drove out of the lot and up the ramp that leads to the outer prison gates.

I laid on the floor catching my breath, "Thanks."

"What took you so long, boy-o?" Seán said.

"I got into a little fight." I said, taking an M4 carbine and three grenades from the duffel bag.

"We're near the gate, F." The Irishman noted, "Ready?"

"I'm on it." I tied the three explosives together then stuck half of my body out of the door as Mark shot down the men shooting at me.

The vehicle turned left away from the main gates, a turn so sharp it almost made the entire thing tip to the side and balance on two wheels, "NOW!"

I hurled the grenade at the gate just as Seán was able to bring the entire van back on four wheels.

Mark pulled me back inside when a loud explosion occurred. We circled around and saw a large hole blown through the gates.

Séan buried the gas pedal deeper and we were whiplashed by the sudden burst of acceleration.

The next thing we knew was that we were outside driving on the open road.

"WE FUCKING DID IT!" Mark cheered.

"Save the celebration for later," I interrupted, looking at the police cars in hot pursuit and putting a scarf over my mouth to conceal my identity, "The party's not over yet."

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