The writing below is a fictional account inspired by the story of William Zupkoski, an inmate at Eastern State Penitentiary in the early 1930s.
“I said put your hands up!” the police officer yelled, hands on his gun, visibly trembling. Zupkoski
laughed, putting his hand to his waistband, and pulling out a gun of his own. He shot, missing
the police officer’s shoulder by a hair. Purposefully. Every move was meticulous and on
purpose. He was tackled by three others from behind, his body pushed on the concrete ground,
his head being thrown around and smacking on the floor as well. He let out a laugh of insanity
as blood fell down his face, trickling into his mouth, and the police officers threw him in a van.
This is what he had planned. Revenge was in the air.