Jayne walked briskly through the darkened hallways each chamber brought him to rows upon rows of endless doors and deserted cells. The old prison was a link to death, a connection displayed in the many abandoned nooses, bullet casings, and skeletal fragments, each afflicted with time; the affects of aging overcoming them all. Jayne observed the fragile atmosphere as he passed in and out of the continuous halls. The prison was like a time capsule, every object an ancient exhibit of what was.

Jayne continued to venture deeper into the aged penitentiary finding little evidence that there was even a way out of this ruttin’ place. Jayne could feel the odds stack against him; they weighed heavily against his chest, pinning him into one tight spot after another. Hadn’t he been through enough? What more could possibly go wrong?

And as if to answer Jayne’s sense of hopelessness, the appearance of a shuttle entrance sprang up before him as he rounded around the nearest corner. Not only was there a shuttle but there where also none of those uglies guarding it. It seems their commander had informed them of escaped prisoners and they had all been ordered to track them down. But why not leave a few men to stand guard outside of the shuttle, just in case one of those smart ruggedly good looking prisoners happen to stumble upon it? Tactically it didn’t add up to Jayne, but all he had to do was board that shuttle and freedom would be his. It was a sweet deal, maybe too sweet; it all had seemed too easy and careless.

It could be a trap? Jayne had figured as much and stayed back examining every inch of every wall, corner, nook, and crack before he approached the shuttle entrance. As Jayne neared the entrance the automatic doors coiled back, parting the way to allow Jayne to cross the threshold with ease. The metal doors retreated back to their original state, banging shut with an eerie prang that echoed from tip to tail within the tiny shuttle. Jayne wasn’t bothered by the ghostly echo of the clanging