Chapter Fifty-Three
Cho swallowed as he watched the c*****e unfold on the data window.
Rabid prisoners rushed to other prisoners and guards, biting and clawing, shrugging off stun rods and blows like they were machines. He’d never seen anything like it, and he’d been in the thick of riots before.
Everything had gone to hell in under twenty minutes.
The maximum-security breach alarm continued to scream, the red lights flashing. Most of their feeds were dead. The current horror show had lasted only long enough to see a prisoner tackle another prisoner and bite his leg before the feed died. Cho didn’t know why the feeds were failing. It wasn’t like the cameras were exposed.
Cho tried to connect to the warden. They’d lost a feed earlier that showed a corridor where Warden Harris was runni
