Personal Narrative: A Maximum Security Prison

It was a cold, dark night in the woods. I was on a prison bus to a maximum security prison in a classified location in Russia. All I know about this prison is that it is home to the meanest and dangerous criminals out there and it is located somewhere in the Northern areas in Russia. Our bus was just going through this bridge in the middle of the woods. The windows were blocked up by ice and steam. None of the criminals in this bus wanted to escape because, the survivability rate is very low.

“Everybody get up and follow me! “ yelled an officer. It was morning and somehow it was still cold. A guard was yanking on my clothes and yelling at me in a foreign language, which I know was Russian. During a failed defence at the Alaskan front during the Russian-American war, thousands of POW’s or “ Prisoners of War”, were captured and not just soldiers, civilians were captured as POWs also. I was a soldier that was fighting on the Anchorage front line defensive. We were forced to surrender after they launched a huge artillery and airstrike bombardment that weakened our forces making us more spread out.

I noticed that me and my squad of four where the only Americans in this prison. When I followed the trail of inmates towards the gate I saw the sign of the name of the prison which was, “Шлюз на небо” or “ gateway to heaven “. It was really …show more content…
We immediately surrounded the guards. The next thing you know, they were all beaten up. Me and Edgar sat down on a bench that was reserved for prison guards only while all the inmates were trying to take over the prison. “ In this prison nobody is a leader.” Edgar said. We watched the continuous rage of inmates in the prison. Some people were using molotov cocktails and other homemade weapons. I have heard the court system in Russia is one if not the weakest system in the world. After the inmates have taken over the prison, we marked our victory by adding a date on the wall “ December 8,