If not for him remembering that he was supposed to catch a plane he might've spent the week looting items, but alas, he had to worry so he slowly made his way to the next floor, keeping his guard up.

"Oh?" Genuinely surprised he paused for a moment as the smell of blood assaulted his nostrils.

"First it smelled like markers...and now this?" Narrowing his eyes, he stopped smiling and held the prison ball in his right hand as he slowly made his way to the source which caused him to freeze in his tracks. "This..."

He couldn't really comment on the scene, splattered brain matter had covered the ground alongside pools of blood and many guards were all laying in those puddles, all of them dead.

He did not bother doing a headcount, instead he tried to deduct what happened with a quick glance.

"Hm... Seems like their skulls had been shot after they were on the ground. All of them? How odd...and four weapons are missing, assuming that everyone had one at the start." Frowning he made his way forward, avoiding the blood puddles as he picked up a rifle for his own. Alongside some ammunition, who would bring a mace to a gun fight? Someone else might've done it but not him.

"Man, this sure feels pretty high tech..." Sighing he took a moment to praise the looks of modern firearms, looking around one last time he took fancy to someone's boots and decided to loot them alongside his id. Just in case.

With the rifle strapped to his back he once more began walking, he was now quite adapted to his newfound strength and enjoyed the walk, putting aside the smell of blood lingering in the air.

"If I'm not wrong, I should be reaching ground level soon... I hope everyone else hasn't left yet..." He grimaced slightly as he imagined how awkward it would've been if everyone else had left with the jets, leaving only him and guards in the island.

"I better hurry." He was determined to leave, so he hurried, leaving the living quarters behind he soon found another map. "I wonder what I should do next...sure charging out is an option but what if I run into a squadron of guards? That would be suicide." He rubbed his thumb and index together as he pondered, his eyes then landed on where the surveillance room was.

"It's in the middle of the whole structure...making it harder to get to, but if I still manage to not run into any guards, I'll get a good understanding of the situation. This otta be worth it." After memorizing one of the paths to there he began running, speeding through the hallways with the prison ball in hand ready to strike anytime now.

His blurry figure flashed in the surveillance cameras as he dashed around, even then there was no reaction at all. "This is so suspicious... Should I run ba- Oh no. I can't do that..." He lightly slapped himself as he slowed down, coming to a walk as he approached a door "Did staying in that cell for so long make mushrooms grow in my brain?" He sighed as he tried to push the door open to no avail.

"Heh... A challenge? I'll take it!" He took some steps back and grabbed onto the prison ball with both of his hands.

He lowered his stances before jumping forward and he slam dunked the prison ball into the door which bent in a funny way as it fell over, rubbing his left ear as he recovered his makeshift weapon. "Damn it... I really should learn lock picking at this point once I'm out of here. I can't just barge in everywhere like this, right? I couldn't possibly."

Pushing the fallen door aside with his feet he then took a moment to glance around, the guards were still here in this one room, but they all seemed passed out for some unknown reason.

Stepping in he once again faintly smelled the scent of sharpies and felt a slight drowsiness. "Heh...so it was sleeping gas?" He bit his tongue with just the right amount of strength, allowing him to jolt awake as he ran in, he then began to frantically look at the camera screens.

There were many sights of guards fighting against prisoners on different areas, but none were close to the escape vehicles, he kept on controlling the cameras to confirm his suspicions. "They want to take full control of the island before leaving...These guys really are something else, hahaha and to think that even some guards would join in." He turned around to leave, giving the monitors one last look.

The sight of the bloodshed going on outside was shown on the main ones as many of the smaller ones briefly showed what was going on in certain cells, most which were now empty, but his attention was on only one of them. A group of guards making their way to the main building which he was in right now. "If they keep going at this pace, they'll reach here soon... OH! These guys." He then noticed his fellow inmates armed with guns, there were six of them and they were also aiming for the exit. "So, these are the guys who killed the sleeping guards...poor things didn't even know what hit them." He would've paid his respect if not for him being in a hurry, grabbing onto the chain of his prison ball he began swinging it around, wrecking every piece of equipment in sight, leaving the guards with their lives intact for now.

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With a hum he made his way towards the exit once more, he didn't go too fast as he wished that the first group of escapees would deal a decent amount of damage to the guards before, he attacked.

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...

As the group of escapees were nearing the exit the six of them all tensed up as they heard the loud bangs on the door, quickly they all hid at the turns and stayed wary, not only they did not trust each other with their backs, nor they had to face a possible threat. Two of them were already planning on killing the others to reduce the threat to a minimum but they did not dare act out just yet.

With a loud bang the door was blasted to smithereens by an explosive and 10 guards marched in.

The one who seemed to be the leader raised his hand telling his underlings to stop. "Remember, our goal is simply to investigate why we lost communication with the main building, but if you run into anyone escaping...." He did a motion of slitting his throat before pointing forward. "Now go! Keep your communication channels open at all times and report whenever you can."

Under his command they quickly spread into three groups of three and began marching forward with their weapons held up.

After hearing that the six prisoners which had also split into two groups of threes also seemed to come into a mutual agreement in this instant, raising their weapons as they knelt down. They focus, some of their hands were trembling as they held their weapons, they sweated profusely as they waited.

Thanks to their formation two guards appeared at the same time, the inmates taking the chance shoot at them with their rifles as two peeked, spraying bullets into the hallway. Their fire was quickly returned by the troops at the back, three guards fell gravely injured as the inmates quickly ran further back, hiding into separate rooms hoping to do a pincer attack.

"Heh, puny ants struggling at the grasps of justice." The leader calmly smiled. "The injured ones go back and try to send me new units, everyone else, march forward." He then quickly let out his next set of orders, the guards silently obeyed, as the whining ones left to get treatment.

The guards stomped as they walked forward, applying pressure as they moved, dealing psychological damage to the withdrawing inmates.

"Damn it! " One of them couldn't take it anymore and charged out, firing blinding as he did so, only to be turned into swiss cheese as he did some minor damage to the front units.

"Keep on pressing forward." Their leader said in a low tone as the ones up front swapped with the ones at the back to recover faster, if not for their kinetic vests they might've had to go back too but thankfully the damage hadn't been as focused as the first round of assault.

On the other end the inmates were about to give up mentally as they kept running, occasionally shooting in hopes of scaring the guards even in the slightest.

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The protagonist was still walking, making his way up when he noticed a vending machine, pausing for a moment he glanced left and right before putting a coin into it and choosing a lollipop, he then gently pat the machine as he unwrapped the candy and placed it into his mouth. "Hmm...all these flavors melting on my tongue... I really missed this." He smiled bitterly as he kept the candy in his mouth while pushing forward, giving it a few licks occasionally.

After a few minutes he was almost at the exit of the building, this was a spot where the paths branched and to his left, he heard gunshots.

"It seems like the guards have run into the other escapees.... Well, it's not like I'd get anything from helping them but the less guards they are on the island the better, right?" After considering he decided to help the inmates and began walking along their paths.

The guards and inmates were still playing at a cat and mouse when he approached the guards from behind. The leader briefly noticed him, thinking he was one of the units they sent him he was about to order him but quickly felt something amiss.

Frist of all, this guard did not seem to be wearing any protective vest or equipment, and second he had shackles on. Quickly putting the pieces together, the squad leader raised his weapon to fire as he shouted. "They're behind too!"

But this enemy was simply too fast, just as the squad leader had noticed him, he had already fired rounds from his looted rifle. Piercing the heads of three back units with great accuracy as he quickly took cover, the wall between them quickly getting full of holes the second that followed.

The group of inmates that had been running until now realized something was wrong, with the pression on them they did not dare let an opportunity go to waste nor did they try to analyze what was going on. Quickly they showed themselves and began shooting at the guards which had their backs turned.

"Behind again!" The squad leader felt panic tugging at his heart strings as he quickly turned around, his units tried to fire back as the bullets rained down upon them, the first line was about to fall. The second was his only chance of making it out of here alive.

But in a short instance that light of hope was quickly extinguished by an object that looked like a cannonball, one of the guards standing next to him was hit in the back by the protagonist's prison ball, his spine and chest caving in with satisfying crunch as blood sprayed forward.

"Checkmate!" The male's black eyes seemed to be brimming with excitement in this instant as he swung his makeshift weapon around, this time aiming for a guard's head, in that instant the guard pee'd himself as his brain splattered over the wall. The squad leader fell to his knees, his will had been broken completely in that short conformation due to the young man's inhuman strength.

But the young man dared not to linger and quickly donkey rolled out of sight, the other inmates were still in a panicked state and kept on firing stray bullets until they ran out of ammo, effectively killing all the guards present.

he did not wish to engage in a fight with the other inmates so he decided to promptly leave.

That was....fun. He thought to himself as he looked at the rifle he had stolen at the beginning of his journey. "To think that humans would have already developed plasma rifles... Man, this feels like I've traveled to another world somehow." He was fascinated by the weapon as he observed its slick design.

"Hm... I wonder what else they have in store for me to destroy." He turned to face the direction where he came from and once again began making his way to the exit.