Capítulo 51: Survival [part 1]
As I took control of the prison, the deathly silence was interrupted only by the distant sounds of dripping water and my own ragged breaths.
However, my mind found no peace.
I knew that, despite having eliminated and killed every prisoner, the threat had not entirely disappeared.
My ferocity and dominance had to be maintained on this level, which meant remaining ever vigilant.
I headed towards the control room, the heart of the prison.
Here, I could monitor every corner, every cell, and close the doors to the lower floors leading to this one, ensuring that no one else could challenge my authority and my safety.
As I advanced towards the control room, I reflected on what I had done and what I would have to do to maintain my dominance.
Each step brought me closer to the centralization of my power, but I knew I would have to do much more to ensure the prison remained under my control.
Upon entering the control room, I observed the monitors one by one.
The security cameras showed the chaos I had created, contrasting with the current eerie tranquility that permeated the entire structure.
However, I was aware that this calm was only temporary and that the real work had yet to begin.
The first thing to do to ensure it continued was to completely isolate this floor from the ones below.
So, I started closing all the doors leading to the lower floors, blocking every access with a security code only I knew.
This would prevent any new prisoners or intruders from reaching me without my knowledge.
Then, I began planning a more advanced surveillance system, where every camera had to be strategically repositioned to cover every blind spot.
I had to be able to see everything and everyone at all times.
With this premise, I decided to install motion sensors in the less monitored areas and connect all devices to a central terminal in the control room.
Next, I thought about the need for resources.
Even though I now controlled this floor of the prison, I needed food and water without resorting to extreme solutions like cannibalism or drinking my own urine.
In this sense, I had to find a way to resupply without exposing myself to unnecessary dangers, avoiding descending to the lower floors just for the slim chance of finding something essential for survival.
But resources weren't the only problem.
My position had to be defensible.
Besides installing motion sensors and improving the surveillance system, I had to prepare traps and barriers in strategic points.
Every corridor had to be a potential defense zone, where I could exploit my knowledge of the terrain to my advantage.
As hours passed, my mind filled with plans and strategies.
I decided to create an alarm system that would immediately alert me to any suspicious movement.
Every entrance had to be guarded, every possible escape route blocked, as my safety depended on my ability to anticipate every potential threat.
Moreover, I considered the possibility of allies.
Even though I had eliminated all the prisoners on these first two floors, there could be someone on the lower floors willing to collaborate in exchange for protection or resources.
However, I would have to carefully evaluate who could be an ally and who a threat.
In the end, I discarded this option: it simply wasn't in my nature to trust others, even less so now that my survival might depend on it.
As I discarded the idea of allies, I realized that my solitude was both a blessing and a curse.
Trust was a luxury I couldn't afford, and every decision had to be made with extreme caution.
Refocusing on my security, I decided to further reinforce the defenses.
Every corridor had to be a death trap for anyone daring to venture.
I installed electrified barriers and pressure traps, designed to immobilize or eliminate any intruder, and every corner of this floor had to become a maze of dangers, known only to me.
Meanwhile, I continued to monitor the surveillance systems. Every movement, every sound was analyzed carefully. My mind was constantly alert, ready to react to any sign of danger. The prison had become a fortress, and I its relentless guardian.
However, despite thinking about it for several hours, I found no solution to the issue of resources, leaving me with few options at the moment.
To avoid doing anything extreme and descending, I needed to find a way to obtain food and water without exposing myself to unnecessary risks. I decided to explore the prison's supplies, hoping to find hidden provisions.
Every room, every cupboard was meticulously inspected.
Finally, I found a small pantry: I opened it, hoping to find something, but was immediately disappointed.
It was completely empty inside.
The disappointment hit me like a punch in the stomach.
The empty pantry represented a significant obstacle to my survival plans.
However, I couldn't afford to succumb to despair. I had to find a solution, and quickly.
So, I decided to explore this floor again, searching every possible corner.
Every room, every cupboard, every hidden corner had to be inspected.
I couldn't afford to leave anything to chance.
As I searched, my mind continued to formulate plans and strategies.
I had to be ready for anything.
Finally, after hours of searching, I found a room that seemed to have been used as a storage area.
Inside, there were some sealed crates, and cautiously, I opened them one by one.
Despite this, my determination was not rewarded: once again, there was nothing.
Frustration grew within me as my search continued unsuccessfully.
Every corner explored, every empty room only fueled my determination to survive.
However, a drastic solution kept becoming more present in my mind.
I had to make use of the bodies I had left behind.
I decided to gather all the bodies of the people I had killed in one place.
This macabre pile would become a visible warning to anyone daring to challenge me.
I started with the recovery of the bodies from the laundry room, dragging one by one the lifeless bodies through the silent corridors of the prison.
The floor, already stained with blood, seemed to welcome this new wave of horror.
Each body was heavy, but my determination was unyielding.
I dragged them into the central common room, an area large enough to host my macabre trophy.
With effort, I piled the bodies in one place, positioning them so that anyone entering the room could immediately see their end.
It was a disgusting, but necessary, job.
As I arranged the bodies, memories of my actions resurfaced.
Every blow, every muffled scream, every life taken.
I was aware that I had crossed a boundary from which there was no return, but I didn't care.
My survival was all that mattered to me.
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