meticulously planning, the banditos we're finally at the day of their escape.
josh and the rest of tylers friends had gathered supplies, burrowing them under their bunks. they hid sharpened shivs and homemade tear gas in secret compartments in their drawers, and maps under the floorboards.
tying up their combat boots, the rebels suited up.
they waited until the 3 am hour. limited guards were on duty at that time. they'd been scoping out the emergency escape tunnels for months. they'd emptied out into a landscape of cliffs and caverns. the jagged land would provide them with shield from the rain of bullets that would surely come their way.
the cells of the rebels were all in adjoining blocks. when the time was right, tyler would whistle the code into the air vents. once it reached the next cell, the prisoner in that room would whistle into their vent, and so on.
3 am struck the clock. tyler made sure he had all his supplies in his messenger bag. maps, shiv, food, water, dagger, and red carnation. the flower was for the video broadcast that another rebel, Jax, will have made once they'd gotten out. the carnation and yellow tape had become their symbol of revolution. they had learned through weeks of careful spying, that DEMA had one more location.
they also learned jenna was alive, and was being held and tortured there. she never died, Blurryface had taken her to the other location years before, as to make tyler crumble. if he was weak already, it'd be easier to take him down. tyler was much more than anyone bargained for. DEMA had been watching him for years. after the world fell to shambles, tyler helped so many depressed kids, saving them from themselves. hundred of kids owed their lives to the man. Nico didn't like this. It was Nico's idea to start the apocalypse.
And he wanted as many casualties as possible.
there was no way to tell if jenna was alive. but tyler had to try.
the past year they'd been in this hellscape, DEMA had taken over. they learned through sketchy radio transmissions, and thrown out papers that DEMA had successfully assassinated the president, and taken over.
The whole country was now Trench. Nico was their leader.
their mission was to escape and free the other prisoners. If they managed to somehow assassinate Nico , their whole regime fell to shambles.
Tyler signaled the whistle, the the escape began. Tyler grabbed his shiv and lit his torch, pulling his bandana over his mouth and nose. Picking the lock quickly, he and the other banditos ran for their lives. Fleeing from a fire of bullets, the prisoners screamed and fled.
People dropped like flies. Blood became their new water. Always present.
Tyler and Josh had a new fire in their eyes. Their fight was filled with purpose. Jenna was the only family Tyler had left. Josh only had his sister Ashley left.
They both wanted to help those kids again. To kill off Nico and to help bring the country back to democracy. Have something similar to the normal.
Tyler grunted, slicing the throats of the guards left and right. Each time, the banditos looted their bodies, picking up guns and ammo, expanding their artillery.
they screamed, running through the tunnels. flashes of yellow and orange came from their torches. they gunned down the remaining guards. But the fight wasn't over. They still had an entire prison to conquer. The nine bishops. Blurryface. Nico and his army.
They reached the opening, light flooding their vision. Covered in the blood of the guards and of their friends. Camoflauge clothes were speckled with crimson. but that was alright. a little crimson didn't hide their rebel yellow.
"Tyler what do you have to say?" Jax asked, holding a camera that was pointed to the boy. Tyler toyed with the carnation in his hand. His torch in one hand, flower in another. The winds of the valley cascaded over his brunette hair, standing on the green cliff as the sun set a vibrant pink behind him.
He looked to the carnation, and then to the hanging tree. The tree had significance. Throughout the year he had been here, he had seen the tree, the rumor says it was used to execute a rebel leader who had tried to mount her escape years ago. He knew he'd have his home in its delicate noose if he didn't succeed.
"My name is Tyler Joseph. I am the leader of the Banditos. DEMA has too long had control over us. They've torn us from our families, killed those we've loved. Shredded our spirit. No more. We are here. And we are here to fight. No matter what it takes."
