Prisoners poured into the corridors.
Some immediately rushed toward the exits, desperate to take advantage of the unexpected opportunity. Others stood frozen for several seconds before finally realizing that they were no longer trapped inside their cells. A few began shouting and laughing, while others hurried after the prisoners who had already escaped.
Within moments, the orderly environment of Blackridge Correctional Facility had collapsed into disorder.
Damien continued moving from cell to cell, tearing open the reinforced barriers as though they were nothing more than ordinary metal fences. The noise of bending steel, shouting prisoners, running footsteps, and slamming doors filled the facility.
He wasn't thinking about the consequences anymore.
He wasn't thinking about the guards.
He wasn't thinking about the prison administration or what would happen when the authorities discovered what he had done.
