REBEL

Chapter Nine: Marcus

As soon as the guards threw me into the jail, I knew that I was going to break out. I could not have Alexandria slowly torture myself for not knowing who I was. It was just going to kill me.

Even if I knew, I'm not sure I'd want to know it because maybe I did do something terrible. I wouldn't want to know what because I'd torture myself because I could never do anything better, and I'd live a crappy life.

I just didn't know.

Breaking out was my only option. But that was going to be impossible. \

The cells let in no light, the door was always locked, and I had no strength.

Then I got an idea.

I would try to fight back the guards when they fought. But how?

They would deliver my food, and then, when they least expect it, I'd jump at them, and go through the door.

The only problem was how.

I had no strength, and tackling a guard with a gun...

Then I had a different idea.

When they give me the food, I'd grab the gun and shoot.

And that is what I will do.