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Chapter 1

The stomping of his bare feet across the cold floor doesn’t register in his mind. The only things that he can hear are the sound of his breathing and of his heart pounding. He’s almost at the end of his burst of stamina, but he doesn’t see anywhere to hide. As he rounds the corner he loses traction and slips, nearly falling, definitely losing momentum. Fear that he is inches from being caught motivates him to recover the lost ground and keep running. Up ahead he sees it, his salvation, a bright orange glyph that glows EXIT. He picks up speed and quickly reaches the door. Trying the knob he chuckles briefly at his luck. With a turn and a quick push he is out the door and into the night.
He runs swiftly across the dew-slicked grass. It wets his feet and the bottoms of the fatigues he is wearing, but he doesn’t pay them any mind. He slides around the corner of some hedges and waits. A minute passes and he hears no dogs, no alarm. Another minute and he has caught his breath and smoothed back his blonde hair. Silently drawing a full breath he dashes from behind his cover and in a full tilt run he heads into the woods surrounding the property. He can see by the bruised sky that morning is nearly here and he needs to make sure that he is off the property and hidden before sunrise. His athletic body allows him to easily vault over obstacles. He wishes he had time to grab a pair of boots, but the opportunity to leave was present and he couldn’t pass up the chance for escape.

Running too fast he nearly misses seeing the fence topped with razor sharp pikes. He doesn’t even stop to think, he just starts scaling the fence. A minute later he is on the other side nursing several moderately serious cuts from the blades of the pikes, but more importantly he is free.

“No need to gloat while still so close to the prison”, he thinks.

Turning, he once again begins to run, but this time it’s at a steady jog rather than the frantic life and death pace he had been running. At this pace he figures he will be out of range well before sun up, which should be within the hour as far as he can judge. Now he needs to look for shelter for the day. Not a good idea to be seen running around dressed like he is during daytime.

A small stream provides some much needed respite. After drinking deeply he wipes his mouth and surveys his surroundings. A small smile appears on his worn face, his luck is holding. Up ahead in the distance he can see a small outcropping of rock. Once there he discovers a thin crack between some rocks that eventually leads into a small cave. It isn’t big enough to stand up in and the light is almost non-existent, but at this point he is exhausted. He immediately collapses into a sound sleep upon the dirt floor.

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