Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-34263048-20190203045453/@comment-34904368-20190203120217

(Warning: might be violent.)

Fuck. I wasn’t going to be taken by one of those T H O T S.

Thinking quickly, I pulled a weak lead pipe from the wall and advanced over. Me, thin and malnourished, looked totally out of place amongst the meaty brutes in the front, (the majority of the convicts) all with weapons that could mulch me in a hit.

Instead, I cowered behind them with the thinner convicts, feeling at home amongst gaunt chests and sallow faces. Most of the guards were there too, but standing behind the majority of the prisoners.

As the door exploded inwards, the larger guys charged, shreiking into the fray. The monsters thought it was just some other malnourished pigpen full of males.

How mistaken they were.

Befkre the first one had even made it through, I already saw bodies drop to the floor, blood gushing from sputtering lips as they felled many harlots.

The rest of us began to slowly make out way up through the complex. There were about seven levelz, full of criminals, before the roof, which had a landing pad for a helicopter. A few of the brutes followed as well, but most of them were stuck in fighting, letting out all their anger on monsters.

It was at level four that we began having problems. Half of the brutes were busy slashing monsters or fucking them, while the other half were letting more prisoners out to use as meat shields. The monsters reappeared, gaining ground uninterrupted since out last retreat.

The hulking prisoners, as well as a few scrawny guys, met them with more weapons, while the rest of us made a run flr it, barricading the fifth floor with everything we could, piling office desks and setting traps, before our incursion into the sixth floor so we could settle and lick our wounds.

No sooner than we sat down to count supplies, the horde blasted in, catching us unawares. The handful of brutes, too tired to fight, were overwhelmed as us little guys and the guards rushed into the fray. They mopped us up, and I just managed to escape with a handful of prisoners to the roof.

I’m still writing this as they pound and screech on the armoured doors. I don’t lnow what we’ll do. May the chief god have mercy on our souls.