Dr. Vladislav "chased" Ogen

One year 2 months and 28 days I'd been inside this bloody prison for a crime, that wasn't even done. How are you supposed to watch people die in front of your own eyes, while your hands are covered in a warm, metallic liquid pushing against a 8 cm-hole which is spraying even more of the liquid, without relaxing your mind afterwards? Distracting your soul from all your fallen friends. The only crime I have committed, was to lie to those brave men. Lie, that everything is going to be all right. Lie, that their family is awaiting them. I knew the truth, their families would eventually see them again. In a coffin, with plastic arms and painted hair, to cover up the marks this war has left behind. I hated it here, I didn't really get along with anyone else as they were mainly rapists and serial killers. That's right, I was put into a high-level security prison based in Russia. For a crime, which wasn't even one: Just because I kept myself out of reality, to not have to deal with my guilt. I lost so many men in my arms, I had to fix my soul with a little bit of "brown sugar". The higher ranks knew about it. Damn, they also had their weed, so why shouldn't I have my morphine, right? After I got back home, everything had changed. Life became meaningless. I knew I was going to die, sooner or later. Hell, why shouldn't I be allowed to rest my soul? Some guys seem to be very sensitive when it comes to non-alcoholic drugs. They didn't even bother to ask questions. They kicked my door in, electrocuted me, kidnapped me to a cold, humid and a feces smelling cellar. At least, this was the best place I could think of, my senses told me to puke, while I was sitting blindfolded on something, that appeared to be a bag full of slaughterhouse waste. I will never be able to describe the horror, that started to crawl up my spine, as I became sober. "Sober". Pah. I kept being high, but it was only through the pain that my detox brought me. "You scumbag are the reason why our children take that shit", was one thing I remembered, but I never understood how calming down my own soul in my own apartment, could have affected anyone outside. I didn't even know anyone outside my own world. Before waking up in this shit hole, I realized, that they wanted to get rid of me. In my Motherland it is a shame for the whole Battalion, if anyone does anything illegal. After so many Medals, that were handed out, they couldn't just throw me into a simple prison. I would have had the chance to talk to the press. I only had a few friends inside the prison, one who was my good friend Miroslav "The Weasle". He knew inside information as he had some kind of deal going on with the Captains here. One word kept going through my mind all day while I was locked up in my cell, although even I knew that it was a stupid idea. Six letters which spelled ESCAPE, that's all I could think of as that was the only way out I guess. I confronted Miroslav with my idea of escaping and he told me that I should drop it, faster than a 300°C hot stone burning into my hand. He told me how many had tried to escape and failed, I was surprised to actually hear, so many had the balls to try it. With him telling me that, it throttled my mind, allowed it for me to sleep easier at night. I had woken up to an ear piercing siren, reminding me of the sound you hear, when a grenade clashes your squad mate. The horror itself has woken me up. Everyone in my cell block was freaking out, it was as if I had woken up in a zoo full of animals which hadn't eaten in weeks. I sat back down and wasn't really interested in what had happened, I was trying to cope with those demons, the "living flesh", I called them. Ever since I stopped chasing the rabbit into wonderland, I had to fight them. Fight the memories. Fight my feelings. Luckily, Miroslav interrupted my drift into my mind spheres. He told me that certain people inside the prison are being transferred to a new prison due to this one being "cleansed". Whatever this meant, I didn't want to find out. The Warden came into our cell block and had told everyone to be quiet, else there would be no food for at least two days. Most of them had stopped being animals. The smooth tame of the bread-and-lash-tactics, seemed to work every time on those humanoid animals, which seemed to be straight creations out of Ivan Pavlov's diaries. Conditioned to obey, when striked with the lash. One of the Captains walked past my cell, hoping that he stopped, he did. I had all sorts of things running through my head and the worst was that it was me, who was to be "cleansed". A heavy rock fell of my pumping heart, when he told me, that I had ten minutes to pack up my cell and I'll be taken for transport. The guards came to be my personal escort, I just imagined I was some fancy VIP, having my very own Bodyguards, who was on his way to the next cocaine party. My imaginary bubble bursted as soon as I felt the cold iron on my wrists. I didn't even get a chance to say my farewell's to Miroslav "The Weasle", although I was sure he would enjoy himself as he was until then. It seemed that I was being transferred via air, I hated flying and especially with convicted criminals. They locked us all in and we were told, that we were heading to a lower-level prison over in Chernarus. After landing at the airfield, things seemed a little odd. I could understand some words of the Russian language, which the guards were talking in. The conversations they were having sounded bizarre and kept mentioning an "Apocalypse". I didn't pay too much attention though, as my mind was mainly focused on my demons. We approached, what seemed to be, a boarder patrol. I was too busy with the living flesh, which again haunted me, tried to rip the remains of my once so-called soul into pieces. I had no idea of what was being mentioned, but it banged against the walls of my mind, feeling threatening. We were allowed to cross through the border, although it appeared to be like a ghost town in an old washed-up western-movie. Nobody was around, from what I could see, until I saw these bright lights up on the horizon, shadows of men, standing just next to it, with what looked like military weapons. My heart sank into my chest for the moment, then relaxed as I realized that It would be nothing I haven't already seen. As we approached closer towards them, they were standing in the middle of the road, blocking us from passing. They began screaming Russian at the driver and he stepped out of the bus, while reloading his pistol that he was carrying. There was a brief conversation then I heard the sound of a gun going off. Everyone in the bus stood up to see what had happened. But we couldn't. The front windscreen was covered in a red, thick liquid. I remembered this scene. My demons. They became reality again. Death. Living Flesh. I was shocked and quite amused at the same time, not being aware of the seriousness the situation brought up, caught in my own reality, as one of these Russians (his face covered with a cloth with red sprinkles, reflecting like if he was some 12-year-old teenage-girl with a spleen for glitter) boarded the bus and seemed to order us to get off. They shot the fellow prisoners who didn't comply with them and dragged the bodies off the bus. That smell. It followed me my whole life. Even now, the living flesh had to spray it's smell of death. I panicked and didn't really know what to do, while the guy who seemed to be their commander, walked back to their car, I made a run for it. My only option for survival. Ironically, I wasn't running from those maniacs. I was running from my own demons, who seemed to chase me. Painkillers. I need them. God, don't forsake me! They didn't even bother to shoot, as if they knew, what was out there...
I didn't. I just wanted my demons to disappear. I knew what I had to do. But first, I needed something for the pain.