Good Morning...2043?!

Chapter 21 - Break For Freedom [EDITED]

-Time Skip / Two months- 

Jonathan POV

Life in the Iron Claw Prison was pure and utter hell, yet myself and Kalashnov learned to get along and survive. Every day, we would be woken up at 05:00, have a breakfast of water and a piece of bread, go mining for about the entire day, skip lunch, and end work at 09:00 and get dinner, which was usually just a meat patty and a bit of milk or water. While not the most nutritious diet, it got everyone through the day. Just barely.

I awoke the annoying alarm buzzing, and I leaned over to see the other prisoners getting their work uniform on. I groaned and got up, rubbing my eyes. Throwing on my work pants and throwing my shirt over my shoulder, I joined the others in the assembly line. A fox guard stood in front of us, giving us all a disgust-filled glare. "Alright listen up you no-fur faggots, you know the drill, get to it." He waved us off and we began to walk towards the distribution windows for breakfast. 

-Time Skip-

I balanced my pickaxe in one hand and ate my piece of bread with the other, while walking next to Kalashnov. "I hope that one day the UF will come and liberate this hellhole." "Same brother, one day mother will smile upon us and guide them to us." We chuckled for a moment before it died away. "Psst, hey, hey you two!" I glanced to the right and saw a human man gesturing us over. I looked at Kalashnov and he shrugged, and we walked over.

"Hey, what's up dude?" "Sup fellas, my name's Henry. Henry Stevenson. You two look strong, can I count on you?" I gave him a look. "Count on us to...do what exactly?" "We're executing an escape plan, and we need a bit of help." My eyes widened, and I looked at Kalashnov, and he nodded. "Deal, but if this is a sting, we're gonna tear you a new one." He held up his hands in mock surrender.

"Fair enough, meet us in tunnel A-36, the far end. We've been secretly smuggling weapons from the guard armory, and we have a whole stockpile at our disposal." "Oh, we'll be there, what time?" "We plan it at 13:30, be on-time or you'll get left behind." "Nice meantin' you-" "Oy! No-fur degenerates! Get back to work!" I quickly turned to see an anthro gripping a baton, who was quickly approaching. "Nice meetin' you!" Me and Kalashnov dashed towards the mine, quickly losing the guard. "Let's hope this escape is worth it." "Same brother."

-Time Skip- 

Walking down the tunnel, we could see a pile of human remains to the side. 'Dear God...' I prayed that the owner of the bones hadn't suffered before their demise, and continued down the tunnel. "I'm not sure to trust this man." I heard Kalashnov speculate. "Hey, if there's a chance to escape this hellhole, I'm in for it." "Yo, over here!" I saw Henry beckoning us from behind a corner, and we jogged over. "Come on guys, we have the best plan ever."

"Alright, what is it?" "We sneak through the ventilation shafts to the control room, unlock all the doors to the facility, and we steal one of the escape choppers!" I felt a sudden concern for the other humans in the prison. "What about the other prisoners?" "All the doors will be unlocked, and by the time they realize what's going on, the humans will have already taken the prison! It's genius!" 

"Alright, alright, lets do it." "Excellent! Grab what you need and lets go!" I walked over to a crate and opened it. I picked up a SCAR-H, as identified by the engraving on it's side. I then picked a Glock 17, also as indicated by the engravement, and several spare mags. A few grenades, and a boot knife. "Ready?" "Ready." Henry swung a crowbar and smashed a vent cover off with a resounding clang!

Henry peered inside for a moment before flashing us a thumbs up. He then crawled inside, followed by a few other prisoners. I looked to Kalashnov and nodded, and I crawled inside. I was immediately met with hot, musty air. I coughed and squinted forward, making out the faint forms of the prisoners disappearing into the darkness. I started crawling on my hands and knees, closely making progress in the cramped confines of the vent.