THE DARK ALLEY

 

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The Escape Plan

After that exhausting and cruel night Mr Campledon woke up in the morning with his hands saw and purple along with his feet covered in coldsores. He was shivering to the bone more worse than you could imagine. He felt so alone and afraid. If you've felt this feeling before you would know how terrible this situation is and if you haven't, you can't scarcely imagine.

"Huuuhhhuum", coughed a small stout man with a braided goatie and covered in woolen knitted clothes. Mr Campledon felt extremely jealous about the clothing. He was standing outside the cell gate.

"Ye-yes", quivered Mr Campledon.

"You're breakfast is served"

The stout man shoved the food into a tiny flap at the bottom of the gate. Mr Campledon immediately snatched the tray off him in pure starvation. He scoffed down every last crumb although it was disgusting raw Brussels sprouts covered in sock smelling sauce. 

"Bbbbbbbuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrpppppp", let out Mr Campledon.

The stout man gave him a revolting stare but he didn't care. Mr Campledon shoved the tray out the flap carelessly.

"Disgusting", commented the stout man.

He walked off in a fast trot with metal banging across his hips. Mr Campledon looked at his waist and saw a series of keys on a chain. To his luck one was labeled '96'. 

"Clam", the key on the ground crashed onto the concrete silently without the stout mans notice. 

Mr Campledon waited for him to disappear in the dark distance and put his bony arthritis hand through the small flap. He stretched his tiny finger towards the tiny metal keys and retrieved it with the tip of his nail. He knew what he was going to do with it, he didn't care wether he got caught and had to stay in jail for another month, at least he tried to succeed. He fitted his wrist out the gap of the bar, slid it up and enriched the key into the lock. Slowly he turned the lock and...

"Creek"

Suddenly the door slit open with nobody's notice. He creeped his creaking body out the iron door and made a clean run for it.  Nobody noticed him, it felt like he had won a gold medal in an international race. 





 


 


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