Read the entries to previous WriteStuff competitions.
The first thing I remember was the feel, something vice-like clamped me to a wall.
"Wake up," a growling voice grumbled.
I slowly opened my eyes, and saw that the voice belonged to a dark man, with multiple scars running down his face and tattoos covering every other inch of his body.
“At last! Now, who are you? How did you find this place? Who are you working for? We know you are!” He yelled at me.
“My name is Nahor Sirron, I was lost and found this place I’m not working for anyone,” I replied
“Liar! You're working for someone! Only a criminal or spy can find a criminal base!”
"I’m not! I was playing hide-and-seek with my sister and got lost looking for her.”
“Well, either way you’re stuck here, so welcome to Sector 7, your deathbed.”
For a month I stayed, surveying the building, waiting for the right moment.
It came. Guard 2 walked in and chucked my food on the floor, then, walked out. But not before I took his keys! Silent as death, I opened my inmates' doors and we all crept downstairs .
“Hey! Number 5!” A prisoner labeled number 1 said “The solitary confinement are blast proof, can’t get in without hand ID”
“Then lets get some,” I say.
“For the record I never agreed to this!” a prisoner from confinement labeled 6 yelled over the whine of the sirens.
“Hey all of you! Freeze!” Guards shouted, firing shots randomly.
“I think the armoury’s nearby!” Prisoner 3 yelled and booked it down the stairs.
One stop in the armoury and they charged out firing “We’re almost out!” I yell, tearing down the stairs, only to find all 16 guards in number order from 1 to 16 blocking our way.
“Stand down and nobody gets hurt,” 16 orders.
Cocking my gun I say “In your dreams..."
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