Internationally Contacted

Escape

The door was wide open with a light flashing on and off in a continuous loop. The blood was dripping from my leg and head but somehow I could think straight. I still had traces of blood from the men I killed on my hand and splattered on my top. I limped my way out of the room armed with The Ak-47 and Knife just to be greeted by a dark hall way. A man stood in the middle of the hall with his back to me. I had a choice to make, kill this man who works for someone who wants to kill me or find another way out. I didn't want to kill but this life made me do things I didn't want to do. I crept up behind him and stabbed him in the neck. He died quickly on the floor in a pool of blood with me standing over him watching every moment of his death. I scavenged his clothes looking for anything that could be useful in finding where I am or anyway out. I pulled out a wallet, from his trouser pocket, and inside the wallet was a picture of a woman and under the picture the name Grace was neatly signed in black handwriting. I pulled out his drivers licence his name was James Smith. The sheet I read at Robinson's, when I robbed the shop, had the initials J.S which could stand for James Smith also it said "Dear Grace" on the sheet which is the name of the girl in the photo.