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