[ WP ] You wake up in a dimly lit prison cell to find your cell door busted open , a pile of unconscious guards , a stuffed duck called Leeroy , the faint sound of Gangnam Style , and an absurd amount of blood on your hands

`` Why am I dreaming about Koreans?'' I wonder as I regain maybe 1/4 consciousness from sleep. 
 
 The air smells of ozone. And damp iron. I can hear a fluorescent light blinking rapidly on and off, trying to ignite the gas inside. 
 
 Gangnam Style is barely making its way to my ears. 
 
 `` What the fuck?'' I open my eyes. I'm staring at a ceiling I do n't recognize. 
 
 My blood runs cold and I sit upright with a jolt, eyes wide. I'm in a prison cell? I think. It's dark outside so no light is coming in from the slim window. The only light is coming from the faint and noisy flickering of a cheap fluorescent light above and what's coming in from the hallway outside. 
 
 There is a steel door that is mangled to a degree that I ca n't fathom what in the hell could have caused its current shape. It's pushed inwards and the paint has come off where something struck it. Most of the paint that has come off has been replaced with what I'm sure is blood. 
 
 A shoe lies in the view out the door from the bed. 
 
 `` So you're up.'' 
 
 I let out a short scream like a girl and look around. There's no one. 
 
 `` Over here...'' 
 
 I look around. On the bookshelf is a stuffed animal. A duck. 
 
 `` On the shelf. Name's Leroy.'' 
 
 `` Yeah, I'm not fucking with any of this.'' I say and I lay back down, pull the sheets up and close my eyes. 
 
 `` Wake up, idiot!'' A soft thud hits the floor. 
 
 I open one eye and cast it towards the sound. The stuffed duck is on the floor looking at me. 
 
 `` Fuck off, duck.'' 
 
 I close my eye again. 
 
 `` Leroy. And that wo n't work. Besides, we need to move before the guards who miraculously have survived regain consciousness and lock this place back down.'' 
 
 `` What?'' 
 
 The duck just blankly stared in my direction. 
 
 `` What?'' 
 
 No answer. I sit up. I pinch myself and recoil from myself as I notice blood *everywhere* on my hands and I hear a sigh from the floor. I look over at the duck. 
 
 `` Where am I? What's going on?'' 
 
 Still no answer. If I'm dreaming I'm not going to wake up by going to sleep in it so I swing my legs off the bed and stand up, bending down to pick up the duck I hear over the intercom, `` All guards to cellblock B immediately. Secure the area at all costs!'' 
 
 I look at my door. 
 
 Cell B-14. 
 
 I poke my head around the corner of the doorway and onto the gangway. It is littered with guards and I can see flashlight beams far away heading towards me. Whatever is coming that way I have a feeling is n't going to be pleasant. 
 
 `` Run.'' Leroy says to me.
