Locked Doors [open]

[Joshua Albreichson]

Joshua threw himself against the door. The prison cell door barely budged. Followed by walkers, he had shut himself in the cell. Little did he know that the doors locked automatically. Rolling his shoulder, he grimaced. He was too old to be bashing down doors. He slammed his shoulder into the door again. Groaning, Joshua leaned up against the wall. The cell was small, with no windows. The structure was well built. A thick door, with a rim lock, barred any entrance and exit out of the small room. Swearing to himself, he struck the door again. It was hardly budging. Ramming himself against the door again, the door appeared to have done nothing, but he heard a crack. Joshua shoved his rifle through the crack and levered the door open.

The hallway was empty. Backing into the cell, Joshua picked up his loaded hiking pack. He kept his rifle at the ready and walked slowly down the hallway. He'd pick off any zombies before they got close to him. He poked his head around the corner. There was one walker, slowly shambling around with no direction. Joshua saw the guard post down the hall. That's where he was headed. Slowly, he slipped around the corner and grasped the prison shiv he'd picked up of the floor. The zombie had its back to him. Joshua jammed the sharpened piece of plastic into the base of the walker's head. Letting out a loud moan, the zombie collapsed, taking the shiv with it. That moan will have alerted the others. Sprinting toward the guard station, Joshua found himself slamming into a door again. Locked. ”Shit.” Joshua kicked the door, it was a lighter material, it would come down faster. Joshua looked around. He could hear moaning from down the hall, they were getting closer. Joshua looked back at the door, panicked. ”Oh fuck me.” Joshua rolled his eyes. It was a pull door. Grasping the handle, he yanked the door open and slammed it behind him, locking it. Collapsing against the door, he locked the door, hands shaking. He felt the magnetic locks jam into place. He'd be safe in here.

[Sophia Tucker]

Sophia Tucker was on what seemed like an adventure with her older brother, Mike, in the town of Portland, Oregon. Sophia and Mike were trying to fight off walkers as well as gather food and weapons for the future. As Sophia and Mike entered the small town, they approached a small abandoned jail house prison. Sophia was always afraid of places like this one. They always freaked her out because of all the cells and stuff. While she was looking at old rusted prison cells, she began to become seperated with her older brother. "Michael? Michael? Where did you go?" The little blond haired girl looked around the prison. Her brother was nowhere in sight.  He could not have gone too far away from her. After all, they were in a very small jail house. After a few minutes had passed, Michael was still not in sight, but little Sophia heard footsteps from around the corner of the abandoned cellar. "Michael? Michael, is that you? Where have you been? You had me worried." Sophia put aside the watch she was admiring and walked closer to the faint footsteps. When she became closer to them, she realized it was not her older brother, but in fact a walker. Sophia knew that if she made a sound or even breathed loudly, then she would be the next target of the zombie. She cautiously but quickly ran into the closest prison cell and stayed until the zombie had fled away from her. Unfortunately, though, the walker had found little Sophia and tried to get closer to her to feed on her. Sophia's responding action to the walker was to scream for help. "Ahh! Somebody help me! Help me! Anybody! Michael help me! A w-walker! Help!" As the little blond haired girl screamed as much and as loud as her little vocal cords would let her, she squirmed in further into the cell, trying to get away from the oncoming preditor.

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