by Scot McAtee
#1545HobkinsJasonBrownBrown5’9”Male
I had been in prison for two years now, and I have had enough. I got put in jail for killing a man with my bare hands. I plead non-guilty, but I lied. I killed a man because he was trying to hack into the president’s security system. He was a terrorist and a waste of space to our planet. The man had a gun, but I was able to sneak up behind him. To make a long cruel story short, I protected myself and the world, yet I still got in trouble. I was done. The escape-plan was a simple and old fashioned one, chisel a hole in the wall and to cover it up with a poster. The poster was of a 2012 soft tail Harley Davidson motorcycle. I made the chisel. It was made out of a stone handle, from the recreational area, and had a stone pointed end for chiseling, a shard from on the prison bars.
When we leave to go to our recreational area, we have the choice to stay in our cells. I then will get in the hole and hang the poster up. I then will follow the tunnel. The tunnel was going to lead to the sewer tunnels under the prison. I would follow them to New York. There, I would meet someone and receive directions on where to meet my friends. After that, I will fake my own death and go to one of the best lawyers in the world down in Texas. Then, he will reopen my case and help me prove I’m innocent.
Today’s date is Friday, August 16, 2013. Today is the day I am going to pull off my escape. I have the hole chiseled out perfectly. The bell rang to tell the guards it was time for us to be released for recreational time. The guards started walking down the hall to let us out of our cells. When he came by mine, I told him that I was going to stay in today. He walked away after locking back up my cell. I waited ten minutes to make sure everyone was out and that the people that were in couldn’t see. I got up and headed towards the hole. After pulling the poster up, I crawled in the hole. I couldn’t see so I felt my way around. It didn’t take too long before I found light. I knew that’s where the tunnel I was in met the sewer tunnels. The stench began to get strong. The sewer tunnels had lights at the top. It wasn’t very bright, but it helped.
Two hours and forty five minutes passed before I found the exit that I was supposed to take. I climbed up the ladders and lifted manhole cover, or sewer lid. It was in an alley. I quickly ran to a nearby house. There wasn’t anyone home. I busted the window and looked around. There was a room that had men clothes in it. I took some and went to the bathroom.. After showering, I dressed and made sure to bring the inmate suit with me. Then, I messed up the house and took some jewelry to make it look like a robbery. I exited through the window I broke. The bus stop I was meant to go to was up ahead. I had roughly three to four minutes before the bus would arrive. I went there and waited. The bus pulled up, and I got on.
I was on the bus. I had finally pulled off the escape from prison. The next bus stop was at the corner of the new apartment building at the corner of North Main St. and Washington St. We stopped to pick up the passengers. Well, I guess passenger. He was a tall Caucasian man. He was dressed in a black trench coat, a plain black fedora, and black boots. He entered the bus and walked all the way to the back to my seat, which was the third seat from the back on the left.
He sat down without even asking. I began to get nervous. He slipped me a note and then stood up.
“You all need to move away. Run! The end is near!”He started yelling about how the end as he read out of an old black journal. The man started to point towards a dark figure out side. He walked towards the rear emergency exit and walked right out of the bus while it was still in motion. I read the note, and it explained everything.