I've killed. I've done time. I had to deal drugs.
Of my mass murders counting more than 11 people, only two were found. Of those two lives, neither were proven to have been tied to me. They had no evidence, no proof. Nothing to take me in. They knew, though. That's why they got me on possession of an illegal substance with intent to sell. 6 years in a state penitentiary does something to a man. All good things, of course. Teaches you which insects you can eat. Which rats can be trained to smuggle. Which guard target. Which plan to escape is fool-proof.
I bounced from prison to prison, maximum security. South Zagoria Maximum Security Penitentiary was my final destination. No prison before could deal with me. This was an exception. The abuse, the starvation, the isolation. I thought I was done. I was trash to them. Nothing. I figured my end was soon, but lots of lights. Alarms, gunshots, everything hit the fan at once. Everyone not locked in a cage was running. And us? Stuck in here? We sat and waited in horror until we saw what was coming.