[ WP ] The Central Government has been crippled due to a cyberattack , all national communication lines are defunct and you are prisoner 3529 on transit to the electric chair at hour zero .

I tried to keep my hands from shaking as the reinforced leather straps tightened around my wrists, then my ankles. Another, thicker strap was fastened across my chest. I had been mentally preparing myself for this for months, years even. I knew it was coming, hell, a part of me even believed I, *deserved* it. And yet... The fear was crippling. I felt like I was suffocating despite the fact that the strap across my chest was n't crushing me. My eyes strained to the clock on the side of the wall, just being able to make out the hands with my peripheral vision. 11:56. Four minutes until midnight... Four minutes left on this godforsaken earth. 
 
 The black curtains drew back revealing the tiny glass pane behind it and the small handful of people on the other side. Why people ever bothered to watch these things, he never understood. Morbid curiosity? A sense of justice perhaps? His eyes scanned over the stoically calm faces. He did n't recognize them. So he had n't even bothered to come see him one last time. He supposed, it should n't surprise him. Years he had waited, she never came. The thought did n't dull the ache in his chest any. 
 
 Another straining glance at the clock. 11:58. Fear was there again, smothering his whole body in its thick blanket, wrapping slimy cold fingers around his throat, breathing ice down his neck. 
 
 `` Last words may be spoken now.'' The man in the corner of the room said solemnly. 
 
 He had thought about this for a long time now. He had a few short phrases prepared. The apology. The angry at the world act. Even considered the silence, not saying anything at all. 
 
 `` There's only one person I wish to have spoken with tonight, and sadly she did not show. Regardless, I hope she knows, after all these years, I still think about her, I still, love her.'' 
 
 Tears burned in the back of his throat, and he could say no more. 
 
 The clock struck midnight. A black sack was pulled over his face, the table he was strapped to laid flat. He braced himself for what he imagined was going to be fire in his veins. 
 
 5 seconds past. 10 seconds. Was this a joke? 
 
 30 seconds, the terror built until he thought he would lose his mind. 
 
 45 seconds, still nothing. He struggled against his restraints desperately. 
 
 `` Just get it over with'' he begged. No relief came. 
 
 The black bag was ripped off his face, somehow, still alive. The priest who was there to read him his last rights rested a hand on his forehead as the other undid the restraints. 
 
 `` The lord is with you son.'' The priest smiled at him. 
 
 `` W-what the hell is going on? He demanded. 
 
 The lights cut out, bathing the entire room in darkness. 
 
 `` We've been hacked, `` came a disbelieving voice., `` Everything is down.'' 
 
 And just like that, his life was destined to continue, for now anyways. 
 
 Somewhere deeper into the prison, he thought he could make out screams. 
 
 A guard burst though the door, flashlight blinding the three men. 
 
 `` The cell doors, `` he panted between breaths, `` they all opened... Everyone got out.'' 
 
 Horror and dread painted every face in the room. Be knew what that meant. He knew the fate of the guards that was about to befall them. He laid back on the cold hard table, a small smile breaking free.
