It's been eight hours since I escaped. I've lost track of the others, but as of now it's every man for themselves. I hear the dogs closing in behind me, I've got to think fast. That's when I see it, a house, in the middle of the woods. I head straight for the basement door, thankfully it's open, and I enter as quickly and quietly as I can.
When I enter the basement I notice a dim light in the corner. As I get closer I see one of my friends, Sucre.
"Sucre."
Sucre lifted his head and looked at me. "You left us behind man," he replied.
"Where are the others?" I asked, looking around. Sucre looked stunned that I'd even ask about the others. "Man, why do you care? You left us behind to get caught."
"I know, I shouldn't have, but I knew you guys would get away."
"But Mike, we didn't all get away"-he tossed a piece of metal he'd been messing with- "They caught up with us shortly after you left. I barely got away."
"What do you mean you 'barely got away'?"
"Just as I said. The only other that got away was T-Bag." The way he said it made me immediately feel paranoid.
"Where is he, Sucre? Did he follow you here?"
"No, not that I'm aware of. Why?"
"Because if he did, we may be in trouble."
