Keep crawling. Don't stop, or you're dead. Ignore the smell, it won't help you get out of here, almost there, alright there's the vent, now just crawl through it. Fuck the smell is stronger in here. Doesn't matter, doesn't matter. Just keep crawling. There, the exit, wait for the next explosion to break through it. Now! Alright, on my feet. There is less light out here, ironic as I'm outside the walls now. Fortunately the smell is all but gone out here. Walk. Keep walking.
"Oi! How the hell are you here?!"
Fuck. Shut the fuck up shut up before- RITATATATA!
Shit! The patrol is out early, and now they'll be cautious. Just my luck. Might be something of value on the guy though if he managed to make it out of the walls. Even if he forgot the most important rule of escape. They will always search for you. Well Well, some food, ammo, and a cloth of some kind. Oh, it's a letter, Addressed to a Mr. Samuel.
"Dear Samuel,
We've learned of your idea to escape and have prepared all the right equipment for you. Follow these locations and meet us in the remains of time sqaure, we'll know it's you as only with our help can someone make it out of that death camp,
Sincerely, 99.
P.S. avoid the road today, the patrols are looking for you with kill orders."
Well Well indeed, looks like Samuel has a lot to offer after all. Including a name. Time to meet this "99". Samuel.. Yeah, that suits me just fine.
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Short StoryA series of mini stories about soldiers from multiple time periods and settings doing whatever they can to make it to tomorrow.
