Written by Lukas Tyler

Note: This was my actual experience from a weeklong prison roleplay event and 100% accurate to the best of my ability. Originally this story was written only as a personal reference of a very meaningful experience I had. I tried to preserve every step, every thought, and every interaction. This is not fiction.

I think I’m at the right spot. None of us have ever been here before. The guy that was supposed to drive cancelled three days ago. I volunteered because I get motion sickness in the back seat, but being the young guy I feel I have to take the worst seat. I like the power and control that driving gives me. But it also means when something goes wrong, it’s my fault. One of the two others in the car is telling me to follow the GPS. I’m trying to match the red circle on a screenshot to Google Maps. He tells me to turn right. I don’t. I block out everything he’s saying, trying to focus on what instinctually feels right. I keep driving and then find a parking lot with a dozen cars, and an old white school bus with paint over whatever label it used to have.

There’s a building the size of a small house with one door propped open by a chair. A chain link fence at least 12 feet tall topped with razor wire exists mere feet past the building. Inside the fence stood worn square buildings that looked of 1960s construction with peeling white paint. It wasn’t meant to be inviting. It was meant to say you don’t belong here. And no one was there. The county road had an occasional car on the other side of an overgrown ditch that separated us from them. It felt like the right spot.

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