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Alex stumbled into his cell, high on the mystery sedatives the orderlies stick him to suppress his happy thoughts, and force-feed him hatred. He's been living here for 6 years now, test subject No.1067 of the DarkWeather Project. The DarkWeather Project is an organization created by Solomon DarkWeather. His idea is to take all of the thousands of the looneys at Dark Woods Penitentiary and make them a mindless zombie killer army. At day Dark Woods is your everyday looney bin, but as soon as the lights hit the Project kicks in place, sedating half the inmates and taking the other half down into the bowels of the institution for training. According to DarkWeather's theory, he states that when Dark Woods houses at least One Million inmates that will be enough to create the Dark Army, invading the City and possibly the World. Among the six years Alex has been institutionalized, he has only made one friend, James. Alex and James became friends after a riot about two years back. Some of the crazies started flipping out at lunch and some got a hold of the security guard's weapons, firing at the staff and some of the inmates. Being cornered by to mask-wearing inmates, Alex knew he was done, but James had other ideas. Grabbing a hold of a nearby broomstick, he bashed both of the two over the head, almost killing them. This didn't make them friends, but made him a large fan of Mr. Darkweather, who watched the security tape up in his mansion in Los Angeles. "This is marvelous!" he exclaimed after watching the tape "We'll make a Slash Star out of him yet!" Although Jamie and Darkweather never met face-to-face, he is Darkweather's most favored test subject. Jamie was sent there about 7 years ago. He was sent there because of a gang war in his school. He and his friends got in some beef with another group, causing a gang war. Although there wasn't a plan of killing anybody, Jamie aborted, and killed three of the opposing group with some nearby lockers and a janitor's mop and bucket. After his incarceration, the tape of the kills was mailed to DarkWeather, under request. After the viewing he was transferred to Dark Woods. Jamie and Alex seem to be the only sane inmates, who don't scream in their sleep, or pound the walls until their knuckles bleed, or ever tried hanging themselves by their own cheap underpants. Alex was sent here because of a fight at a party that resulted in two deaths. At his girlfriend's party, two guys didn't like seeing him there, and told him to leave. He refused and told them to leave. The two started shoving into him. Alex slammed one into a stereo, electrocuting him. The other one, he defaced with a table fan. A camera phone by one of the guests recorded the murders and gave the five-minute footage to the police when they arrived. Jamie never talked about his family, but really nobody seems to know much about them. Every day Jamie sits in his cell, sitting there, staring at the wall, like a soul out of its body. Jamie knocked sense into himself. Tonight was the night to escape. He felt it. He tasted the feeling in his breakfast manufactured from cardboard. He felt it in his blood. Tonight was the night to run from the flock, escape the clockwork of dress-wearing freaks. He waited, snuggled against the side of his cell, waiting for Barney, the nightly sedative distributor. He loved tormenting the inmates, which is why he took the job to be the pharmacist. He came in, casting a shadow across Jamie. "Come out, little piggy!!" Barney taunted him with. He snuck up on Barney and grabbed him by the neck, took the syringe in his chubby hand and gouged it into his neck, knocking him out instantly. He took his nightstick, keys and tazer. He decided to save Alex, and join him on the journey to California, to pay Mr.Darkweather a surprise visit. Jamie snuck down the halls, checking the cell numbers as he went along. Then he got there, cell 1067, and cracked the lock. "Come on, kid, we're getting out of this place." Alex rubbed his eyes, put on his glasses, and then got up. "Okay, but what's the plan?" Alex was confused, and knew nothing about the plan. "We'll sneak out, either stealth or gunning through, but once we're out we'll steal a police car or bus or something, and then we'll stop somewhere and change out of our uniforms, then drive all the way up to-" Officer Daniels shined his light into the open cell, Alex and Jamie pressing themselves up by the door. Jamie snuck up on him, then jabbed the tazer into his neck for about 3 seconds then let him drop to the floor twitching. Jamie cuffed him with his own handcuffs, gagged him with Alex's pillowcase, and then hid him under the bed, taking his revolver nightstick. "Anyway, like I said," Jamie continued where he was cut off, "we'll drive up to Los Angeles where Darkweather slops in his mansion, and kill him. I want my life back, and I know you do". Jamie knew that by tomorrow morning Darkweather would know they escaped, and he would send all his gangs, posses, and armies out for them. The Tripps, Kroogz, Grayz, everyone, and he was going to face them off, and leave them either in the Hospital or in the morgue, however they want it, they're going to get it hard and cold, that's how Jamie liked it, and nobody would stand in their way, not even Death itself. Jamie was a fighter, and Alex was a winner, and together they made a good team. Alex and Jamie got into the Riot Room, and took some tazers, gas bombs, beanbag shotguns, and other riot weapons. They weren't guns, but were better than just a 6-round magnum and a club. They came into they lobby, with only a single orderly still locking up the front doors. They waited for him to turn around, and then he ran to the radio. "Report, report. Two escaped inmates in the Main Lobby!!" Jamie shot him with the beanbag shotgun, then smacked him with it to knock him out, then smashed the radio. They took the keys from the badly hurt orderly and stole his white sedan. They drove through the dead city, not seeing a soul in sight, lights dimmed across the river. They seemed miles away from civilization. They drove for a few hours until they reached Harcher City, and got to Harcher Square Mall. They bashed through the security gates, and checked somewhere for outfits, and decided to go into a store called the Hot Topic. They scanned the racks, and changed outfits. They stood in adjacent dressing rooms, and stripped of their asylum inmate's clothes, and put on some good new outfits. While changing, Jamie explained another plan, "I know we don't have many weapons, and we're going to need a hell of a lot more to survive this night, and I know just the thing to do." Jamie slipped on some expensive dark gray baggy pants with fancy hooks and rings. "Along the way I spotted a gun store, and I know there are guns in there, so after we're done here, let's head over there." "Sounds good." Alex replied, slipping on some black high-tops and pulling on a baggy hood. They came out of their rooms. Jamie was dressed in a large leather trench coat, some black artificial leather boots, those baggy gray pants, and wore an Iron Cross necklace around his neck. Alex wore some baggy black pants, a black baseball cap, a baggy black hood, and some all-black high-tops. They headed over to the gun shop, but were stopped by the sounds of other footsteps and creepy giggles. Jamie saw one of them, and grabbed Alex and hid behind a divider wall. He knew who they were, he heard of them long before his incarceration on the news.