JustAlexandra
Mother of Tiny Lions
Breaking News!
Another Damned has been captured, reports say they were found in deep within a forrest on the east coast. Details yet to come tonight at 6.
Day in and day out that seemed to be all the news would play anymore. Another damned caught, another damned turned into the Asylum. There might as well be nothing else happening in the world, because that was what overtook most people.
“Damn well deserved it.”
“Fuck those damned, they’ll kill us all if we don’t get it under control.”
“I mean, I feel bad, but they still scare me.”
“Isn’t that better for them anyway? They can just be around each other.”
Comments like this peppered streets, shops, restaurants. It was all there was to talk about or think about. It was all you heard, because every TV in the world was running repeating footage of the latest capture.
No one knew what happened inside the Asylum, though, not unless you were inside of it yourself.
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The Asylum was cruel, to say the least.
At first it seemed like a prison, although “Asylum” would push forward more thoughts of reform or maybe therapy - although the word itself had some dark tones behind it. That was nothing like what it was though, not in the least.
The guards were militant in nature, barking orders and giving no second chances - or even first, for that matter. They were given the ‘privilege’ of using whatever they wanted to keep the Damned in line. It was abusive at the best of times, and torture at the worst.
The inside of the Asylum was dark and dreary. The overhead lights being blindingly bright but the place never seeming as well lit as it should be. The cells were dirty and barren, as no one bothered to clean them. There were two small cots and a toilet for each cell, and the cells were made out of a metal that no Damned’s power had ever been able to get through, if they were even able to use them. Each day the Damned would be injected with some kind of serum that would keep them ‘normal”, and physical restraints when necessary.
The day was comprised of two main things. Cell time, and yard time.
Due to it being considered an Asylum, things did run differently than an actual Prison, although it didn’t feel like it sometimes.
They spent the most of the day in the ‘yard’ - an area that consisted of a large indoor room, where seats and tables were (bolted to the ground), as well as the kitchen and cafeteria that would serve food at meal times - if you could call it food, anyway. There was a large open archway that would lead outside, into a large outdoor area full of mostly sand and dirt, and surrounded by electrical metal fences, and about 20 guards at any given time.
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Your day begins shortly after wake-up, as the guards are transitioning into yard time. When you get to the yard, breakfast will be being served. It’s the same egg-gloop that tastes oddly like plain corn puffs and cardboard everyday.
There are three points of entry/exit from the yard room. The doors that lead to the cells, another door in the indoor section on the left side of the room - who knows where it goes, and a large fence gate, seemingly only used by the guards to bring vehicles in and out of the yard, occasionally.
The tables and chairs are all bolted to the floor, made out of the same metal as basically everything else. You are given a flimsy plastic spoon to eat with, and even flimsier paper plates and cups to eat and drink from. The kitchen is through another locked door, the only way to see into it being through the window the food is served from.
There are approximately 30 damned within the Asylum, including you.
Otherwise, as far as you can see, it is barren.
Another Damned has been captured, reports say they were found in deep within a forrest on the east coast. Details yet to come tonight at 6.
Day in and day out that seemed to be all the news would play anymore. Another damned caught, another damned turned into the Asylum. There might as well be nothing else happening in the world, because that was what overtook most people.
“Damn well deserved it.”
“Fuck those damned, they’ll kill us all if we don’t get it under control.”
“I mean, I feel bad, but they still scare me.”
“Isn’t that better for them anyway? They can just be around each other.”
Comments like this peppered streets, shops, restaurants. It was all there was to talk about or think about. It was all you heard, because every TV in the world was running repeating footage of the latest capture.
No one knew what happened inside the Asylum, though, not unless you were inside of it yourself.
-------------
The Asylum was cruel, to say the least.
At first it seemed like a prison, although “Asylum” would push forward more thoughts of reform or maybe therapy - although the word itself had some dark tones behind it. That was nothing like what it was though, not in the least.
The guards were militant in nature, barking orders and giving no second chances - or even first, for that matter. They were given the ‘privilege’ of using whatever they wanted to keep the Damned in line. It was abusive at the best of times, and torture at the worst.
The inside of the Asylum was dark and dreary. The overhead lights being blindingly bright but the place never seeming as well lit as it should be. The cells were dirty and barren, as no one bothered to clean them. There were two small cots and a toilet for each cell, and the cells were made out of a metal that no Damned’s power had ever been able to get through, if they were even able to use them. Each day the Damned would be injected with some kind of serum that would keep them ‘normal”, and physical restraints when necessary.
The day was comprised of two main things. Cell time, and yard time.
Due to it being considered an Asylum, things did run differently than an actual Prison, although it didn’t feel like it sometimes.
They spent the most of the day in the ‘yard’ - an area that consisted of a large indoor room, where seats and tables were (bolted to the ground), as well as the kitchen and cafeteria that would serve food at meal times - if you could call it food, anyway. There was a large open archway that would lead outside, into a large outdoor area full of mostly sand and dirt, and surrounded by electrical metal fences, and about 20 guards at any given time.
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Your day begins shortly after wake-up, as the guards are transitioning into yard time. When you get to the yard, breakfast will be being served. It’s the same egg-gloop that tastes oddly like plain corn puffs and cardboard everyday.
There are three points of entry/exit from the yard room. The doors that lead to the cells, another door in the indoor section on the left side of the room - who knows where it goes, and a large fence gate, seemingly only used by the guards to bring vehicles in and out of the yard, occasionally.
The tables and chairs are all bolted to the floor, made out of the same metal as basically everything else. You are given a flimsy plastic spoon to eat with, and even flimsier paper plates and cups to eat and drink from. The kitchen is through another locked door, the only way to see into it being through the window the food is served from.
There are approximately 30 damned within the Asylum, including you.
Otherwise, as far as you can see, it is barren.
