SIDE Prisoners Dilemma

The station's holding cells weren't high demand environments on their best day.

This was far from their best day.

The cop guarding the tombs left a while ago, and never came back.

Marcus sat in a corner of the cell with his head in his hands, and stared at the floor, and knew that it wasn't his fault.

He panicked okay? Anyone could panic! Anyone at all! He would have come back to the accident, eventually.

"I just," he muttered, "I just made one little mistake..."

Was this going to be the rest of his life? A little box?

The only part of his situation that wasn't completely horrible was the fact that he had secured a spot under the AC vent. Air blew on the back of his neck and cooled his fevered mind.

Something creaked.

Marcus was the only one who noticed. The only one who looked around.

And then up.

Just in time to dodge the strange dark egg that fell down from the vent.

Almost.

It landed squarely on his back, and splattered into green goo much like, well, an egg.

But if you hit with a normal egg you didn't gasp, "What is- hey! Ow! Get it off!"

He tried to reach for his back but couldn't quite make it before the green liquid started steaming.

And the skin and muscles of his back started to twitch.

"Help me!" he cried. "Somebody help me!"

The other prisoners cringed away from him. Some of them turned to the bars, and called for help.

But the cops had their own problems.