[ 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

I wake up abruptly from a dream about my mom dancing to her favorite song, Gangnam Style. My hands were damp, but I could n't care less. I rub the sleep out of my hands. When my sight clears up, I see red all over my hands and more in a puddle around me. The blood slightly stained my bed, but left my cell partner's untouched. My stuffed duck Leeroy, was yellow and slightly battered, he has been with me from the dawn of time. I still remember the day when my mom smiled and gave me Leeroy as my 5th birthday present. Ever since then we were we in it together. He was in there for me when I was convicted for a murder I did n't do. 
 Shaking my head, as I clear my thoughts, I scrutinize the situation. I look toward the cell door to find it busted open, with acute pieces of metal sticking out. In close proximity was a pile of guards. I walk cautiously toward them, and kicked a guard lightly. No response. I grab Leeroy gently and hugged him, he was my rock and I was never letting him go. The red light in the corner of the sheer room flashed and beeped quietly, herald that it was time for daily inspections. I shut my eyes and clutch Leeroy tightly to my body, as I hear the foot steps of an guard. 

