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Warden – Part 02

By Jordan Thomas

Chapter 2 – Exploration

Over the course of several days, 42-year-old Philip was curious about his findings, but tonight during his night shift again, he got bored. Since there wasn’t much to do other than playing with some stuff on his desk, he managed to take another peek into the room.

Beep. The green light flashed again.

This time the door opened easily, not like before. To his surprise the room was lit — the lights were already on when he opened the door. Strange. He paced around the room again until he reached the rows of cabinets he had previously opened like a treasure chest. He took a quick look through the glass on each cabinet until he stopped in front of the last one that he hadn’t opened before because he got interrupted by his colleague. He put his hands on the handle and slowly opened the cabinet. The door swung open easily, and inside was a full CO uniform but made in leather. In conclusion there were 5 cabinets; those 5 held things he had never seen before aside from porn websites. But the last one — it was unnerving.

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Warden – Part 01

By Jordan Thomas

Chapter 1 – Finding

The name is Philip Carrington, a regular corrections officer (CO) from a small town in Colorado. He used to be a Marine, so he had that “big tough guy” build: broad shoulders, big chest, thick thighs, and a neat crew cut. But for some reason, after a few years on the floor lingering around the cell blocks, one day he was assigned a desk job to handle administration of the prison inventory. You know, the one who handles stockkeeping for the equipment used in the prison, like shackles, cuffs, etc. For some it may be a nice thing to not walk around the facility and just hang around in a room, but for Philip it was torture as he’s an active person and now he’s stuck at his desk providing things that other COs ask for.

After a few days stuck in his mundane fort of solitude, he decided to do routine checks on the inventory. At the back of the room there was a door behind some old shelves. He was intrigued by it and tried to clear up some space by dragging the empty shelf away. To his surprise the door had some stickers that he could not quite read because of the dust sticking to the old peeled sticker. He wiped them off a little, ran his hands over the residue, and got a glimpse of the wording that said: “HIGH RISK SUPPLIES: AUTHORIZED ACCESS ONLY.”

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