There are some plans too good to fail. The plans take months, even years to work out. You spend every moment hammering out all the kinks and faults until you reach the point where nothing could possibly go wrong. Then comes time to execute the plan. You notice the one possible thing you never anticipated in your plans. The rug slips from under you and your house of cards comes tumbling down.
I had been held up in this prison for months. I was one of the few people here insane enough to figure out some sort of an escape route. I’d thought on it for a while now.
The plan was relatively simple, get some people together and stage a fight. Draw the attention of some guards. As they go to pull us off each other, one of them sneaks up and steals their keys.
The plan was something that seemed ridiculous in concept but once played out, it will work far better than we’d ever dreamed. That’s what we hoped.
Some of the people escaping with me were already planning a route to take once we make it out. Some were forging weapons while others were scouting out the best places to go and when to strike.
Okay, so I lied. I’m not the big mastermind behind this all. In fact, a detail I left out was that this prison was one to house some of the smarted criminals they could be lucky enough to get their hands on. Why they made it so simple to escape, I’ll never know. After all, even someone with a basic brain could figure this all out.
Soon enough, the time came to put our plan into action. We decided to strike at night. Everyone would be too tired from the day to try fighting us. We could easily pull this off and make it out.
I started yelling at my friend, spilling out profanities and name calling. He reacted by a shove to the chest. Very convincing. I shove back and hit him with a punch to the gut that softened as soon as it came in contact with his skin. I had to make it look real without the pain to go with it.
Just like we planned, a guard stepped in to separate us. A friend came up behind him and snagged his keys as he was wrestling us to the ground. The guy with the keys snuck away unnoticed. Another guy came up from behind and knocked the guard out. It wasn’t part of the plan but it worked out all the same.
We all came together and unlocked the main room we were all in. I followed my friends down the hidden path. There was no way we were getting caught, not after getting this far. I followed them until we made it outside unnoticed. This almost felt too easy.
When we finally made it out, we said our goodbyes and went our separate ways. At least we tried to. There was some kind of invisible wall around the area we were in. We couldn’t move much further than where we were already. We were in a prison within a prison.
I had been held up in this prison for months. I was one of the few people here insane enough to figure out some sort of an escape route. I’d thought on it for a while now.
The plan was relatively simple, get some people together and stage a fight. Draw the attention of some guards. As they go to pull us off each other, one of them sneaks up and steals their keys.
The plan was something that seemed ridiculous in concept but once played out, it will work far better than we’d ever dreamed. That’s what we hoped.
Some of the people escaping with me were already planning a route to take once we make it out. Some were forging weapons while others were scouting out the best places to go and when to strike.
Okay, so I lied. I’m not the big mastermind behind this all. In fact, a detail I left out was that this prison was one to house some of the smarted criminals they could be lucky enough to get their hands on. Why they made it so simple to escape, I’ll never know. After all, even someone with a basic brain could figure this all out.
Soon enough, the time came to put our plan into action. We decided to strike at night. Everyone would be too tired from the day to try fighting us. We could easily pull this off and make it out.
I started yelling at my friend, spilling out profanities and name calling. He reacted by a shove to the chest. Very convincing. I shove back and hit him with a punch to the gut that softened as soon as it came in contact with his skin. I had to make it look real without the pain to go with it.
Just like we planned, a guard stepped in to separate us. A friend came up behind him and snagged his keys as he was wrestling us to the ground. The guy with the keys snuck away unnoticed. Another guy came up from behind and knocked the guard out. It wasn’t part of the plan but it worked out all the same.
We all came together and unlocked the main room we were all in. I followed my friends down the hidden path. There was no way we were getting caught, not after getting this far. I followed them until we made it outside unnoticed. This almost felt too easy.
When we finally made it out, we said our goodbyes and went our separate ways. At least we tried to. There was some kind of invisible wall around the area we were in. We couldn’t move much further than where we were already. We were in a prison within a prison.
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