CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "Thirsty" Creepypasta

Starting point is 00:00:01 found scribbled on the back of a log after the night of October 5th, 2008, tied back to the night of thirst. Attention night shift staff. Be advised that there is a water restriction in place until further notice. The water has been determined to contain a harmful chemical that may cause extreme health risks. The warden will advise when the water restriction is lifted. I looked over at the day shift officer who was collecting his things and preparing to leave. What's this all about? He looked at me absentmindedly and scrunched up his face in deep thought.

Starting point is 00:00:36 I relieved Macmillan most days and he always managed to look like conscious thought was a lot of effort. He never struck me as a deep thinker. The longer I interacted with him, the more I realised that the department's standards were slipping pretty low. Macmillan looked like the effort of flexing all 12 of his brain cells might start a fire and it took him a few minutes before he came up with an answer. Oh yeah, not supposed to use the water. Major said so when he came to put up the sign. I roared my eyes at him.

Starting point is 00:01:08 Macmillan had told me nothing that I couldn't have gleaned from the notice. Yeah, but for how long? He shrugged, till you hear otherwise, I guess. Then he left, and it was just me and a dorm of 150 warm bodies. I started my exciting career in corrections about two years ago. honestly, if it weren't for the astounding amount of money you make for being a babysitter to grown men, I probably would have quit. The job is tedious, mind-numbing at the best of times, and never-ending most nights.

Starting point is 00:01:40 I worked for a captain that would rather sleep than do his job, so even the prospect of dorm search or response team drill is off the table most nights. Compiled with the staff shortage, we seem to be in the middle of, and I was destined to spend every night alone in the dorm. Now, this was going to make my life ducky. The complaint started almost immediately. The heat from McMillan's backside hadn't even adequately cooled from the chair before I got my first complaint of the night.

Starting point is 00:02:07 The dorm I was in had four quads that held about 30 to 40 people per quad. On average, I have about 150, and tonight, they were all mad about the lack of water. The fella at the box, his fingers smashing the button hard enough to go through the wall, looked like he ate push-ups and crap sit-ups on the daily. He was bold, his black-peed eyes staring out of a face that looked shaped from clay, and he was looking at me through the glass as he pressed the talk button, which was making a loud click in my office. I pushed the talk button on my end and asked what he wanted.

Starting point is 00:02:42 So we can't use the water? Through the glass, I stared at him to let him know how great a question this was with my most convincing, you're a real genius champ expression. That's what the sign says. So then, how are we supposed to take showers? You aren't. He looked back at me, his face looking like he might have come up with another question if I was willing to wait.

Starting point is 00:03:06 What do we suppose to drink? He said, just as they thought he had given up on a follow-up question. I don't know. I'm sure someone with a higher rate of pay than me will sort that out. Well, what about? I wrote over him. If it's related to water, there isn't any, so stop bothering me. and that was how I spent the first hour and a half of my night.

Starting point is 00:03:26 Different representatives from each squad would approach the box, their questions taken on differing allocation levels until I finally announced that there was no water. I didn't know when the water would be back. If it made them feel any better, I also didn't have any water to drink, and it didn't look like management was going to send me any either. So, unless their further questions had to do with something other than water,

Starting point is 00:03:49 and when it was coming back, I had no answers. After that, I sat in my chair, found a book that someone had left and began reading. I could see them out of the corner of my eye, though. Some of them had taken the news meekly enough, but most had formed into tight little angry groups that seemed to be holding individual powwows about the water situation. I saw a lot of furtive looks cast my way, but I didn't let on that I'd seen them and kept reading. This situation was out of my hands.

Starting point is 00:04:21 If management wanted to send down water cakes or plastic bottles Or a goddamn tidal wave to wash us all to hell That was above my pay grade The weirdness didn't happen Until after eight No one had come to help me count So I just hadn't gone out to count at seven o'clock This was not uncommon

Starting point is 00:04:42 But no one had called to bother me about it either No one showing up might be an everyday thing But the control room shouting about it was not Control liked to have their count on time, damn it, and if it wasn't called in, then there would be hell to pay. The radio hadn't made any noise either, but that was nothing to get excited about. I might have a bad radio.

Starting point is 00:05:05 It was also possible that, for once, no one had anything to say. These thoughts soon slipped out of my mind, however, when Warden approached the fountain. Warden was a typical inmate. He was slight, pigeon-chested, with a uniform that hung off him and a shaved head that was sprinkled with stubble. While the others had been holding a council, Warden had been staring at the water fountain. After about half an hour, I had only been pretending to read my book

Starting point is 00:05:32 and was instead staring at him over the top of the Stephen King novel I had found under the desk. His simple, inbred face was held in the mirage-like grip of the silver drinking fountain, and he darted his tongue across his parched lips as he thought about the bounty that must be inside. He'd lightly drunk something today, a beverage with lunch or a sip of something cool on the yard from a keg that was filled by maintenance. But it's strange how being told that you can't have something makes it so important to you. I watched as he got up after staring at the thing for nearly an hour and a half and walked over to press the button. I expected nothing to come out, but to my surprise, a stream of water I hacked out of the bowl of the fountain. Warden looked as surprise as I was

Starting point is 00:06:16 and smiled as he bent his face down to have a drink The others and quad too looked over at Warden And seemed to notice that the water was working again They glared over at me Why hadn't I told them And went to stand behind Warden as he drank at the fountain His smile was gulping it down As he looked euphoric

Starting point is 00:06:35 But after a few moments His laughing friends became less friendly They slapped at Warden wanting to drink some of the water as well The bold one who had asked the initial question pushed them away like a rag doll bending to drink as Warden lumbered up like a wild animal The brute had taken no more than a few sips

Starting point is 00:06:54 Before Warden threw him from the fountain violently His head leaving a red scree across the wall Warden bent to the fountain like a starving animal He gulped down mouthfuls of water The rest sliding down his chin as he slurped greedly The big bald brute came shakily back to his feet A cut in his head leaking blood and grabbed Warden by the shoulders.

Starting point is 00:07:15 I thought he would beat him to death right there. But instead, he tossed him back into the day room, warden slamming into a concrete bench, his arm bending strangely as the other man turned to drink. The others who had walked over with him stepped away, not wanting any part of what was going on, as Warden got up and lumbered towards the fountain. His arm was quite clearly broken,

Starting point is 00:07:37 but he lifted the wounded hand to his mouth and sucked at the blood coming from his purpling hand. I looked back to the guy at the fountain and saw that he hadn't even noticed Warden. He was drinking water like he'd never seen the stuff. The water was sliding down his chin as he drank, his throat working furiously as he guzzled it down. I turned back to Warden and sucked in air as I noticed the shank in his hand. He had curled his broken arm to his chest, shuddering as it spasmed, but his other hand had found a short, crude little weapon made of twisted metal.

Starting point is 00:08:10 He ran up to the drinker, his friends, calling out a little too late. Warden stabbed him about a dozen times. The drinker never stopped, never even wincing, as Warden rammed the knife into his kidneys and back. When the drinker slid down the fountain, his lips were still sucking the air as he tried to drink. As Warden took his place,

Starting point is 00:08:30 standing over the corpse as he drank, I heard panicked banging from the other side of the dorm. Robinson was my housemate in Quad 3. He was an older fella who made the best of his situation and never complained. I'd seen him many mornings in the dayroom, a cup of coffee in one hand, and yesterday's paper and the other,

Starting point is 00:08:49 before he started cleaning for the day. He was an amiable guy, and I found that I liked him as far as inmates went. He was not the one knocking at the glass. His roommate, a redhead named Griggs, was banging on the glass window that separated him from the hallway and pointing to the shower in the corner.

Starting point is 00:09:09 The inmates in Quad I weren't the only ones to discover, that the water was off limits, but not off. I could see Robertson kneeling on the floor of the filthy shower, naked as the day he was born, his head lifted to catch the water falling from the showerhead. There were others there too, three or four who had been trying to get him out of the shower and were now just as powerless to leave as he was.

Starting point is 00:09:30 They were all catching the water, mouths open, and obo's prodding for a better position. The inmates in three stood watching them, some of them laughing, but others looking scared as they banged on the glass, and tried to get help. I picked up my radio and called for medical. I had no other choice.

Starting point is 00:09:47 I had an inmate bleeding in Quad 1, and I had several others displaying strange behavior. The protocol was very clear on what I had to do. I had to get someone down here to help. I called for emergency traffic, calling for medical and an A-team response. After five seconds of nothing, though, I called again. The static had a pregnant response about it

Starting point is 00:10:10 as I stood, staring into the war key. A team response usually brought all kinds of people running. I was literally feet away from the captain's office and the fact that I didn't have people banging to get in was very odd. When I picked up the phone and didn't get so much as a dial tone, that was when I really started freaking out. The glass tinkled to the ground as I pulled out the emergency keys. I wasn't supposed to leave the station unattended,

Starting point is 00:10:36 but this seemed like one of those emergency situations they talked about in training. I'd sign whatever incident report I had to after I'd gotten some help here. I was way beyond freaked out, and I needed someone to laugh at me and say that this was normal. Tell me how this was nothing compared to the riots of blah blah,

Starting point is 00:10:54 or the incident in blah, blah, blah. The keys slid in easily enough, but the maglocks wouldn't release when I put my shoulder against the door. I slammed against the door, the lock disengaged, but the door refused to open. I slammed it again and again,

Starting point is 00:11:09 my shoulder burning, but my nerves turned up to a million. I had to get out. Suddenly, this station was about two sizes too small, and what I needed was fresh air and the sounds of cricket. I needed to run after the concrete road and to the control room, uniform left behind me, and not stop until I was sitting in my car in just my boxes and undershirt.

Starting point is 00:11:31 I could hear the other quads banging, seeing what was going on from various vantage points, and wanting escape or answers or just reassurance. Instead, I slid down the door, sitting on the concrete floor and letting all the anxiety crush me. It's midnight now, and they've mostly come quiet. I managed to make it back to the desk, posting up with the phone in case it starts working again.

Starting point is 00:11:55 I wished, at first, that I'd stayed where I was. The quads have developed into war zones. Inmates fought over petty gang feuds, fought out of misguided fear, or fought over the precious water that they now all crave. I can see some of them at the fountains now, but there are others in the shower with their mouths open

Starting point is 00:12:13 and the water soaking through their cheap prison uniform Others are in their cells heads under sinks Or even in the toilet as they drink And drink and drink Warden is still at his fountain The others have left him alone As they search for their own water

Starting point is 00:12:30 Or just hide and wait for all of this to be over He's been drinking for hours His body expanding as he threatens the burst I can see dark spots on his pants where he's messed himself And I imagine there are dark spots under his clothes too Where his organs or blood vessels are burst due to the swelling His smile though is the most cherubic thing you've ever seen It makes me wonder what is experiencing as he gorges himself on water

Starting point is 00:12:58 I find myself looking at the fountain in the station And longing to find out It's only been a few hours But I can feel my tongue sticking to the roof of my mouth as I watch the quads devolve into madness. It's funny what you miss when you can't have it, right? A few hours without water begins to feel like a thousand years,

Starting point is 00:13:18 and even though I know it would kill me, I still want it. I figure this will be the last thing I write before I go try the fountain. Maybe our water isn't tainted. Perhaps it's just the inmate's water that holds whatever this is. It hardly matters.

Starting point is 00:13:36 I'm so thirsty now. and it doesn't look like help is coming any time soon. If anyone finds this, just know that I died smiling. No, that I didn't die thirsty.

CreepsMcPasta Creepypasta Radio - "Thirsty" Creepypasta

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