Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-26326346-20150422165839

Clouds blotted out the sun as Dixon Rhodes' car traveled down the highway toward Boulder City Penitentiary. Lightning streaked through the sky as Dixon waited for a new guard to open the gate to the prison, the guard hit a button which caused the gate to slide open as desired and tipped his hat courteously. Dixon parked his car in the lot, perfectly in between both lines. He looked in his rear-view mirror to make sure that he looked professional, he straightened his tie and adjusted his glasses: immaculate. He opened his driver door and rain immediately began to pour from the sky. Dixon reached over to the passenger seat and grabbed his umbrella. He began to curse himself internally for leaving his car door open and turning his back to it, what if a prisoner had escaped? That never happens his mind reassured him. He stepped out of his car, locked and shut the driver's door, while he opened up his umbrella. Dixon walked up to the second gate into the penitentiary and again waited as the guard opened the gate. Dixon was caught in his thoughts thinking about the rumor that the prison was haunted when the guard spoke. "The gate is open, Warden Rhodes," he flatly stated. Rhodes bowed his head in thanks as he continued toward the prison. Lightning forked through the sky as Rhodes neared the building, blood spatter on the wall next to the door was illuminated briefly, thanks to the lightning flash. He turned his head toward the guard that was to let him into the prison. "What happened?" "An incident, sir. Everything is fine now." "What? Was it a riot?" The guard nodded his head in affirmation. "I can't believe they got this far out," Dixon muttered. The guard opened the prison door with the keys and locked it behind the warden as he entered. Fresh coats of blood littered the walls and floor, a battle between order and chaos had took place in the hall. A guard stepped beside Rhodes so as to escort him to his office. Frank Slater usually provided escort. Rhodes turned to the unfamiliar guard, "Frank come down with something?" "What?" "Did Frank call in sick?" "Oh. No, he's around. He's just busy." Strange sounds came from the distance. Something felt off to Rhodes, but he couldn't quite place it. The sounds became more distinguishable as he got nearer to Cell Block D, wails of pain came from the other side of the door. Ghosts? Preposterous. Surely the riot wasn't still in progress, the guards couldn't have been so irresponsible as to let him in during a riot. The guard opened the door and shut it behind the warden. Rhodes turned around and tried the door, it had been locked. That guard was supposed to have escorted him to his office, he was now going to need to have a serious conversation with Frank about his guard's behavior. More blood pooled along the floor. Rhodes looked up and saw that the cells were shut and locked, that counted for something at least. Two guards whom Rhodes was unfamiliar with came up to him and that's when he was finally able to place that funny feeling. He didn't know any of the guards. He kept calm and was trying to come up with a rational explanation for everything when he glanced over at a cell to his right, Frank was locked in it. 