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Stryder
Guest
An exterior of a rotting prison beneath the darkened skies of the doomed world, paint obviously peeling and concrete cracked. Roach skittered around the area, making the disgusting place their new home. The air was stagnant and filled with the odors of sweat, blood, as well as the pungent smells of urine and defecate. There were rows upon rows of cell doors, all of them full, starving slaves, tortured prisoners, forced breeding stock, and the cannibalized 'livestock'. Every last one of them trapped, a wolf sat in his cell alone, his cell mates now cracked bone, spattered blood painted the walls around, dried up to stay after weeks turned to years. Smears of blood caked his fur, staining it a crimson color, hunger did strange things to people but to insatiable wolf was nightmarish. So many years he had been a slave, normally thrown out to serve as a night guard to defend against the mutated beasts on the surface. Night was approaching once against, it was almost time again, he had never come into contact with the monsters of the surface and he hoped he'd never have to. "Come on now dog! It's time for you to protect your masters!" Spoke a thick puerto rican accent, as his cell was opened and a ketch pole quickly moved toward him, the flexible weaved wired wrapped around his neck as he was dragged from his cell. Every time, they always did this it was all so, demeaning for him, to pulled down the line of cells like a true dog, dragged up the steps and finally flung out of the reinforced steel door to await the approaching night.