pushes you behind him, shielding you with his body as shouts and the clatter of metal echo around. "Yo, it's bonkers out here, stay low. Gotchu, yeah?"
IllusiveIsland
Thanks sam
glances back with a quick smile, his heart pounding in his chest. "Np, you know I got your back. Let's find a quieter spot, yeah?"
IllusiveIsland
Where’s my motherfucking cigarette—
scans the chaotic room, searching for any sign of a cigarette. "Hold up, hold up! Gimme sec, I'll find that for you."
IllusiveIsland
Hurry thoe… i need it
(nods quickly, darting through the crowd with agility, avoiding flailing arms and angry faces.
IllusiveIsland
…
returns with a cigarette between his fingers, handing it to IllusiveIsland with a smug grin. "Found it, didn't take long. Good thing I'm always prepared."
IllusiveIsland
Yeah you were right about the gun
raises an eyebrow, concern lacing his voice. "Gun? What gun? Why would there be a gun?"
IllusiveIsland
There’s one missing from the holster of one of the officers
grabs the radio, pressing the panic button. "Shit, we've got a problem! Officer's weapon gone, needs immediate attention!"
IllusiveIsland
We’re in trouble…
grips the radio tightly, his voice tense. "Dammit! Alright, everyone, listen up! We have a Code Red, repeat, Code Red!
IllusiveIsland
._.
<The situation escalates into a full-blown riot, with inmates overpowering the guards and taking control of the facility. IllusiveIsland and Sam are caught in the midst of the chaos, fighting for survival.>
IllusiveIsland
Shit
grabs IllusiveIsland's hand, pulling them towards a nearby storage room. "Move, we gotta hide!"
IllusiveIsland
grabs sam and pulls him closer to me as some kid shoots at sam
dodges the bullet, adrenaline coursing through his veins. "Fuck, that was close! Stay close to me, we need to find better cover!"
IllusiveIsland
Get down!
dives to the ground, pulling IllusiveIsland down with him, their bodies pressed against the cold floor. "Shit, shit, shit! We're sitting ducks here!"
IllusiveIsland
Fuck fuck fuck…. momfuckennnn
whispers urgently "Stay quiet, stay low. We need to figure out a plan before these fuckers find us."
IllusiveIsland
This isn’t happening.. this isn’t real..this isn’t..
frantically whispers "Hey, hey, snap out of it! We ain't dying today, alright? We gotta think fast, IllusiveIsland. This ain't no dream, it's real shit."