Who:Inmate 307-Q when:October 19th 2077 04:00 307's freedom was in sight he was only eighty yards from the fence, if he could just get over the electrified fence, he could fade into the background, never to be seen again, but as he neared the fence, there was a loud bang and 307 fell to the ground, beginning to bleed out on the spot, in the distance, he could hear the warden cackling like a wild maniac. "woo-wee, taint lookin' to pretty now are yah 307?" the warden hopped out of his truck, reset the bolt on his M1903. The warden was a tall sinister man, who took far to much pleasure in torchering the inmates, he smashed his foot into 307's back, pushing 307's face into the dirt, and contaminating the wound. "watcha got ta say for yer self" the warden said with a grin wide across his face, as he pushed his the tip of his shoe into the wound on 307's back "go to hell you sick son of a bi-" Another shot went off lodging a bullet into 307's left leg, and stopping him mid-sentence "yah should know by now t'at I don't like that kind of language 307, how would your little son feel if he herd his daddy talking like that, now you get up, and WALK back to the complex, before I shoot you again, and I MIGHT just have the medical staff look at your little predicament." the warden waited for a good few minuets for 307 to stand. "you shot my leg, I CAN'T stand", the warden had been waiting for this moment, "Jake contact 307's family about his funeral arrangements" 307 yelled at the warden "you wouldn't I have a son you sick bas-" a single bullet lodged into 307's skull ending his life, 307 was hauled back into the truck, wich headed back towards the complex, a man just outside the fence who was waiting for 307, just stood in shock.