green jailhouse scrubs became red; as she tried to advance forward, gunfire erupted into the lethal injection room. Armitage watched in disgust as bullet after bullet tore through the young woman’s body due to panic fire, after twenty shots she was down on her knees; it took five more to drop her, one hitting her skull, which snapped her neck back as she crashed onto the now bloody floor lifeless once again.
It should have been over, but Armitage remembered what Mercer said. Mercer watched his most oldest of friends turn to him with a visage he had never seen on him before.
Mark uttered with unsettling nervousness, “You said…she escaped…”
Dustin motioned to the correctional officer, “Fast forward the tape…”
The guard sweating bullets turned the dial to move the video into fast forward double time where the guards who did the shooting came in to check if she was really dead. Additional guards now came in, the Warden himself, witnesses on the other side try to move closer to look, but the officers moved them back and then ushered them out of the room to safety. County and state police now showed up along with local detectives. The on-site forensics doctor appeared checking her again, and pronounced that she was definitely dead. Additional forensics now came into view taking pictures, Armitage’s eyes widen as the feed moving at fast forward speed revealed something happening underneath everyone’s noses within that room.
Armitage shuttered as he tried to believe what he was seeing, “Is…is she growing?”
Dustin reaffirmed his suspicion, “Now I know I’m not still drunk…”
The two agents and the C.O. watched in disbelief as the “corpse” in the room went through a serious growth spurt; the video feed showed that about two hours and fifteen minutes had gone by.
Dustin motioned to the officer, “Stop right there…move in…now play it…Mark…tell me what do you see…”
As the footage began to play with a closer shot at Dennison’s lifeless face, Armitage realized what his friend wanted him to see. Through the thick partially dried blood on her forehead, the bullet wound that pierced her skull was no longer there. Five more minutes had passed…as a hand reached over to close her eye lids shut in preparation of placing her in a body bag, a scene out of a horror movie ensued as the dead came back to life again emitting an inhuman blood curdling scream that took ten years off of Armitage’s life just standing there.
Mark jumped back visibly shaken as if he had seen a demon with his very eyes, “Jesus…”
“You wish…,” Dustin responded also shaken despite this being the second time he had seen the footage.
Armitage watched as the dead rose back to her feet for a second time. Screaming once again filled the room mostly from full-grown men, those who had a gun and where terrified did not ask questions as they drew on her and screamed for her to get down. The prison scrub pants she wore looked like knee high shorts confirming that she had definitely grown while she was “dead”. When she took a step with her barefoot, it sounded like a diesel hammer smashing into the concrete floor. Someone freaked out and opened fire without order. Panic fire erupted within the room again hitting her from all directions; instinctively she covered up as smoke proceeded to fill the room. The gunfire was more vicious than before, but something was evidently wrong, ricocheting bullets hit two officers, one in the arm, and the other in the leg.
Through all of the mayhem, someone screamed, “Seize fire!” Seize fucking fire!”...a lot of the gunfire ended because of empty ammo.
The surveillance room filled with the audio sound of cursing and the relock and loading of weapons.
Time felt like it stood still in that moment; Armitage leaned in attempting to see through all the smoke and chaos. At that moment, a black and green blur came from out of the smoke emitting the same
It should have been over, but Armitage remembered what Mercer said. Mercer watched his most oldest of friends turn to him with a visage he had never seen on him before.
Mark uttered with unsettling nervousness, “You said…she escaped…”
Dustin motioned to the correctional officer, “Fast forward the tape…”
The guard sweating bullets turned the dial to move the video into fast forward double time where the guards who did the shooting came in to check if she was really dead. Additional guards now came in, the Warden himself, witnesses on the other side try to move closer to look, but the officers moved them back and then ushered them out of the room to safety. County and state police now showed up along with local detectives. The on-site forensics doctor appeared checking her again, and pronounced that she was definitely dead. Additional forensics now came into view taking pictures, Armitage’s eyes widen as the feed moving at fast forward speed revealed something happening underneath everyone’s noses within that room.
Armitage shuttered as he tried to believe what he was seeing, “Is…is she growing?”
Dustin reaffirmed his suspicion, “Now I know I’m not still drunk…”
The two agents and the C.O. watched in disbelief as the “corpse” in the room went through a serious growth spurt; the video feed showed that about two hours and fifteen minutes had gone by.
Dustin motioned to the officer, “Stop right there…move in…now play it…Mark…tell me what do you see…”
As the footage began to play with a closer shot at Dennison’s lifeless face, Armitage realized what his friend wanted him to see. Through the thick partially dried blood on her forehead, the bullet wound that pierced her skull was no longer there. Five more minutes had passed…as a hand reached over to close her eye lids shut in preparation of placing her in a body bag, a scene out of a horror movie ensued as the dead came back to life again emitting an inhuman blood curdling scream that took ten years off of Armitage’s life just standing there.
Mark jumped back visibly shaken as if he had seen a demon with his very eyes, “Jesus…”
“You wish…,” Dustin responded also shaken despite this being the second time he had seen the footage.
Armitage watched as the dead rose back to her feet for a second time. Screaming once again filled the room mostly from full-grown men, those who had a gun and where terrified did not ask questions as they drew on her and screamed for her to get down. The prison scrub pants she wore looked like knee high shorts confirming that she had definitely grown while she was “dead”. When she took a step with her barefoot, it sounded like a diesel hammer smashing into the concrete floor. Someone freaked out and opened fire without order. Panic fire erupted within the room again hitting her from all directions; instinctively she covered up as smoke proceeded to fill the room. The gunfire was more vicious than before, but something was evidently wrong, ricocheting bullets hit two officers, one in the arm, and the other in the leg.
Through all of the mayhem, someone screamed, “Seize fire!” Seize fucking fire!”...a lot of the gunfire ended because of empty ammo.
The surveillance room filled with the audio sound of cursing and the relock and loading of weapons.
Time felt like it stood still in that moment; Armitage leaned in attempting to see through all the smoke and chaos. At that moment, a black and green blur came from out of the smoke emitting the same
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