Horror (Marcus Fenix - 36 yrs.)
The Slab was its own butchery. Marcus had seen men skinned alive and cut to pieces. Bodies hanging on meathooks dangled above the toilets in one of the bathroom. They had been skinned also.
What was worse was the noise of Locust outside the prison. Even before Dom had told him, he'd figured all the other inmates were gone.
It was frightening, hearing death coming at you and at the last minute being rescued by one of the few people who would always risk their lives for you.
"What happened in that prison?" Dom asked, carefully.
"You don't wanna know..."
