The Escape

The Escape
I awoke on a summer day, birds singing, children playing, but all the joy and the innocence of this was behind me. I couldn?t just get up and play, or sing, because I was chained to a wall.
In this country, that?s what happens when you?re a prisoner of war. My friends and I were caught fighting for our country, to stop the war, but with no avail. The war still went on, and we were still tied up. In this day and age that?s all that happens.
Don?t sound so surprised, what did you expect, a peaceful future? Highly doubtful, the government can?t even decide on taxes, let alone solve an argument. No, their idea to solve an argument is to drop a bomb on the apposing country. What a joke our government has become, what a nation! How can God Save the Queen, when our nation can?t even save our country?
I was lying in my own filth, being tied up for several days, without being able to go to the toilet; it?s not a pretty sight. My body was slowly wasting away, no food, and only drops of water I couldn?t cope. I could see my team-mates, my friends, slowly going insane. They were talking in there sleep, screaming for freedom, but what was the point. The guards treated us like filth, something they?d stepped on and couldn?t get rid of. I could see their point though, we killed their friends, and so they determined to kill ours. But I had to escape, I was the only sane one in there, my mind was at ease. You see, everyone else was going crazy wondering about their loved ones, but I had no one.
I was an orphan as a child, I never knew my Dad; and my Mum died at birth. My foster parents didn?t love me, they used me as a tool, just saw me as an extra pair of hands to use around the house. I ran away at the age of sixteen, joined the Army; seemed like a good idea at the time, but look were its landed me!
I could hear all the soldiers talking about how they wanted to slit our throats, but they couldn?t, we were being used as bait. The leader of this base knew that if our country found out that we were here, they would rescue us. But what our country didn?t know is that enemy soldiers will be greeting them?with AK47s!
I had to do something, I had to stop them. How? I didn?t know, but I had to stop them. My fist plan was to escape during the night, climb the fence and cross the boarder under the cover of dark. That seemed fine, until I realized I was tied up. No, a better plan would be to steal a truck, but in my state I couldn?t possibly walk fifty miles across a stormy desert. The problem was, how do I get the chains off? I had seen a few of my comrades being pulled into a dark hut, I heard their screams as they were being tortured, but they never came back out. That however is a chance I must take, there is no other option. If I die, I die.
Some way I?ll have to get them to want to take me into that room. Maybe I could trip up a guard; or spit in their face; or maybe shout abuse at them? In fact, I?ll do all three! I?ll have to wait patiently for a guard to walks past, until then I?ll worry about how I?m going to survive. My plan didn?t exactly work properly, I did manage to get a guard to pull me in the room, but now I?m tied up again. You see, they beat me for a while, tying me hands behind my back while they took it in turns to kick the crap out of my face. I can still taste the metallic tinge of blood, even though I have been lying here for a good six hours. I?ll just have to wait until they want to play football with my face again, to try and escape.
I woke up in a bed of blood and waste, I could see rats around the hut, scavenging on the remains of my filth. I quickly grabbed one and bite into it, blood spraying everywhere. It wasn?t so bad, it?s the closest thing to a meal I?ve had all week! It was actually like prime rib! I just wonder if I?ll ever make it out alive, or if this hut is the last thing I?d ever see, or is this rat the last thing I would ever indulge in. Finishing the rat, I picked up one of its bones and snapped it, leaving a sharp primeval type tool. This was my escape plan; I was going to drive the bone through the guard?s neck. I was then going to take his gun and get the hell out of this camp. I just hope it works. I just hope I would survive.
Someone?s here, I can hear the block of wood being slid away from the door, it was now or never, I just hoped it would only be one guard. He came in, about five nine, Porto Rican, by the looks of it. He had a scar down his right cheek, this guy was bad news, but I could take him, I had to. I charged at him, the rat bone gripped in my hand, and I imbedded the bone through the side of his neck. I was running on adrenaline, my entire body felt like a limp noodle. But I drove and twisted that bone deep into the neck of this poor man. Blood sprayed out, like a fountain, splashing onto my face. I held his mouth closed to drown the screams. His cry was like a yelp of a dog, but it had to be done. As he collapsed to the ground, I grabbed his gun, his knife, and some keys. This was my safety blanket, if I was in trouble, I would shoot as mad man. But only as a last resort, you see it?s not like on the films. You can?t just shoot whomever you see, in ten seconds the whole army would be on your backs. No, I had to use stealth, hide in the shadows, or I was a goner.
I slowly opened the door, just a faction of the way, got my newly clammed knife, and slid it through the crack. I then used this to look outside. I couldn?t well stick my head round the corner in case I was greeted with a machine gun. The cost was clear, so I quickly sneaked out of the door, locked it, and put the bolt through the door. I didn?t want our Porte Rican friend to be found any time soon. I had to get to the trucks, only then would I have a chance to escape. I was some fifty miles to anything that even resembled civilization. My best bet was to wait until it gets dark, but there was at least another five hours of sunlight, judging by the pinnacle of the sun. I highly doubted that the dead chap could be un-noticed for more than an hour. Get out now, or die, these were my only options. I didn?t really feel like dying, so how was I going to escape. There was at lest twelve guards between here and the truck, I know because I saw them on the way in here. It would be quite hard to force a rats bone through all of their necks. I had to make up a plan, but wait, maybe I could jump on the back of a passing truck, they do go past, but at about twenty miles an hour. I couldn?t just jump on the back; it would be going too fast. I had to jump on the top, from the hut roof. I just hope I don?t miss, or hope they don?t see me. This was going to be hard, but it was the only way. I climbed onto the top and as I looked down I realized how stupid of an idea this was, but what have I got to loose? There?s one coming now, I hope this works. I take a big leap, the wind flying through my hair, and land smack on the top. Rolling over, I nearly fall off, but some how manage to hold on. I just hope no one sees me, or I?m a dead. Driving along, I can see everything. Guards are sitting round a small round table, playing cards, and prisoners are being beaten and ejected to various sex acts with the guards. This place is hell, I hope I escape so I can tell the government about this place, and have them destroy it.
My only worry now was how I was going to get off this truck. My chance came when the driver stopped got out and walked over to a guard. They were talking very fast in a language I couldn?t understand. It was now or never. I climbed down the side of the truck and opened the passenger door I slid in. The keys were still in and the engine was purring softly. Slamming my heavy foot on the accelerator, the truck screams and jumps into life. I can see the guards running after me, firing their guns at the back of the truck. I pull out my gun and return fire, hitting one of them in the leg. Looking in front of me a can see the two other trucks parked along the wall. I stop the truck and shoot out the tires so they can?t drive after me. And once again bang my foot on the accelerator-heading strait for the gate. Slamming through the gate, and heading off into the desert. I had escaped? I was free.

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