Capítulo 52: Survival [part 2]
Meanwhile, the nanny
"I understand, so this is how he wants to spend the remaining time."
"I can't allow it. This way, the sense of danger and survival that had been created is lost."
"So, to recreate it, I have to break through the wall that separates this floor from the ones below and then deactivate the remaining security measures."
"He probably won't even notice these things after I destroy the wall due to the shock and confusion."
"His spirit, so unstable, will be even more vulnerable when chaos pours back onto him."
"This way, he will understand that things don't always go as planned and that he must always be prepared for the failure of his plans."
"In fact, a good strategist shouldn't have just one goal to achieve with one method, but multiple goals to achieve with different methods, so that in the end there isn't one main goal, but a set of them."
With a disturbing calm, the nanny began to prepare for her task.
She approached the wall that separated the upper floor from the lower ones, analyzing it carefully.
She felt the consistency of the concrete and measured with her eyes where a blow would cause the most damage, as those were the easier points to break through.
Once she identified the weak point, she took a deep breath and concentrated her strength in her right fist.
Her technique was precise and lethal: a direct blow charged with superhuman strength.
The fist hit the wall with a dull sound, and in an instant, the concrete shattered like glass under immense pressure.
The wall gave way, collapsing into a heap of rubble and dust.
The explosion was deafening, a crash that echoed throughout the prison.
From the dark corridors of the lower floors, the sound of footsteps and voices began to rise, signs of life emerging from the depths.
The prisoners from the lower floor, drawn by the noise, began to swarm like ants toward the now-created opening.
Men and women with fierce appearances, their eyes thirsting for freedom and revenge, poured onto the upper floor, bringing with them a wave of chaos and disorder.
Meanwhile, in the control room
After the wall separating the second floor from the lower ones gave way, I was caught off guard by the sound of the explosion.
The screens shook, the lights flickered, and the noise rumbled like distant thunder.
I stood up abruptly, my heart pounding in my chest, my mind confused and disoriented.
"What's happening?" I murmured to myself, trying to gather my thoughts.
I headed towards the source of the noise, my heart filled with a new fear.
The prisoners' screams, the sound of their hurried footsteps, and the sound of the wall collapsing blended into a cacophonic pandemonium.
I found myself face to face with this new reality, my eyes wide as I realized the gravity of the situation.
But there was no time for fear; I had to react, adapt, and find a way to survive this new nightmare.
The nanny watched from the shadows, her face impassive.
Calmly, she approached the extra protections I had added and began dismantling them manually, one by one.
With methodical skill, she deactivated the motion sensors, disassembled the pressure traps, and deactivated the electrified barriers, each move precise and lethal, as if following a detailed plan and not one she had thought of just moments before.
Confused and disoriented, I tried to understand what was happening.
"It can't be true," I thought, watching the prisoners swarm through the corridors.
"All my work, all my precautions... how is it possible?"
As the nanny dismantled the last defenses, the chaos increased, and in that moment, I was in too much confusion to realize what was happening.
The prisoners, now free, ravaged the upper floor, seeking revenge and freedom.
In the midst of the turmoil, I had to find a way to regain control.
The nanny, having completed her task, retreated into the shadows, observing the effects of her actions.
"Now," she thought, "he must face true danger again. Only then will he understand the true meaning of survival."
The game of survival had restarted, and I had to find a way to dominate once more.
The prison, once under my control, was now a battlefield, and only the strongest could emerge victorious.
She decided to ensure that every defense was completely eliminated.
She approached the surveillance systems, deactivating and destroying the monitors and cameras one by one, then moved towards the traps I had carefully placed, disarming mechanisms and removing barriers.
Every sensor, every pressure trap, every defense system I had installed to protect myself was dismantled with an unsettling precision.
Meanwhile, I
I found myself increasingly in chaos, with the prisoners moving like a tide through the corridors.
Confusion enveloped me, my control slipping away like sand through my fingers.
I had to react, but my mind was clouded, my body slowed by fear and surprise.
The nanny, satisfied with her work, finally retreated to a dark corner, watching like a silent sentinel.
"He must learn that safety is an illusion," she thought, "that true strength lies in the ability to adapt and face the unexpected. Only then can he survive."
Now I was alone, in the midst of a storm of chaos and violence.
I had to regain my determination, my survival instinct.
I had to take back control, at any cost.
The battle for survival had just begun.
Chaos grew and the prisoners advanced
The deafening noise of the advancing prisoners grew closer. Their collective roar, a mix of anger, desperation, and desire for freedom, transformed into an unstoppable wave.
I could feel the floor trembling under my feet, each vibration a confirmation of my failure.
I made my way through the corridors, dodging prisoners who attacked the walls, smashing everything in their path.
This floor of the prison, a place that until recently was under my order and control, was now a hell where anarchy reigned.
I had to find a way to restore order, but every plan I devised seemed destined to fail before it was even put into action.
The nanny continued to systematically dismantle every security barrier.
She had a cold and relentless determination, like a surgeon operating precisely on a patient.
Every trap disarmed, every security system deactivated, was another step towards my defeat.
Meanwhile, the prisoners, emboldened by the fall of the barriers, advanced relentlessly.
Some fought each other for dominance, others desperately searched for an exit, but all contributed to the chaos surrounding me.
I felt my control slipping away, like a general watching his army dissolve before his eyes.
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