Wendigoon
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Will yelled insistently.
God damn it, what's red?
He stared down the hallway at the night guard, who stood listening with fear.
The screaming began a few seconds later.
This time, only one floor above, we could clearly hear their every word.
The sobbing prisoner shrieked.
The man who'd been communicating with us began incoherently raging with fear against his bars.
Then, strangely, he stopped.
The 20 of us clung to our bars, unable to help, unable to flee.
Many of us cried, but we were otherwise silent.
Where to yell would be to drown out the last words of the men below.
But they were eerily quiet for nearly two hours.
We waited in strained silence as random footsteps traversed the fourth floor every so often.
For the first time, the victims of whatever was going on down below had chosen to be quiet instead of yelling for help.
How would that make things different?