Prisoner #73

   The Hive

England, one of the most influential and densely populate countries in the entire world. For centuries it has been ruled by a monarchy, and a government with it. It created the British Empire, and empire that once spanned a third of the globe, the common wealth still lives today as a symbol of its achievement. Less powerful today, but still no less influential.

At the heart of this country and empire, London, a city that may not be the largest, but it could well be one of the busiest and most important. Throughout history countless world affairs have been settled, and have been started in London. But an empire this grand, this large, does not come without its enemies. Both home grown rejects from society, and foreign ideologists. But the age old problem of land still shows its ugly head. Where to put them? Prisons are overflowing, but that’s no matter. These criminals are far more dangerous, a new solution has to be found. That solution is ‘The Hive’. Deep beneath London, below the London underground, below the sewers, below Winston Churchill’s secret bunkers, there lays ‘The Hive’. A secret prison, built to hide way the earths undesirables. They stay, in four walls of grey. Accompanied only by a toilet, shower, sink, and bed. At strict times their meals are passed down a tube, to small and slippery to climb up. They sit in their cells, rotting and forgotten by society. There not wanted, nobody in ‘The Hive’ is wanted.