PRISON BREAK - A Community Short Story

[Ultimate Steve]

There was another rumble. Red lights outside of his cell came on. A hairline crack appeared in the wall of Kerman's cell. "Are you sure this is Saturday?" called Kerman after the guard.

[Piatzin]

"No, it's Tuesday," replied the guard. Kerman heard his laughter echo down the catwalk.

Edited November 8, 2017 by Earthlinger

[Joseph Kerman]

Kerman then woke up, but in a low-security cell.

[YNM]

Kerman is getting confused. He decides to clean himself, and to sort that cofusion afterwards, he sleeps.

[Piatzin]

The sleep is interrupted, however. Once again, the heavy tramp of boots startles him out of his slumber, and he turns, bleary-eyed, to the front of the cell, where several guards are hurrying past, no doubt to break up some sort of fight.

Kerman sits there for a moment, contemplating his situation. He can feel the frustration welling up inside of him, and so he turns to his hobby of drawing with the bits and pieces of charcoal that lie around the floor:

[Confused Scientist]

After a few seconds, one piece of charcoal slipped into a groove in the floor. Kerman's arm flew out from under him and he ended up staring at the very bottom of the wall, where it met the floor.

[Dark Junior]

He could never get the hang of thurdays.

But he then realized that implied the prison was on fire.

[kerbiloid]

Kerman quickly grabbed a rusty bucket which was replacing a toilet for him, poured the liquid over his head and threw it away.

"Now I have a minute more to break through the fire."- thought he, satisfied, and covered his face with a wet handkerchief.

[Deddly]

It then slowly dawned upon him that he had woken up, not once, but twice since he heard those alarms. He became suspicious that he was being used in some kind of drug testing scheme. As he stood in the dingy light, drenched in his own filth and no alarms to be heard, he hoped fervently that this, too would turn out to be just a dream.

[kerbiloid]

A ittle window in the metal door opens from outside. Then the door itself.
"Kerman!"
"I!"
"Hands!"
Our hero turns by back to the bars in a meter from the door which separate the door from his place, turns to the bars by back, puts his hands through thebars and feels his wrists handcuffed.
"Face to the wall!"
He stands to the wall, looking at it.
A door in the bar wall opens.
"To the exit! Run!"
Several friendly looking guards with a dog a hanging around in the corridor. Bars separate the corridor from the next corridor from the open side.
Kerman quickly runs out of his chamber through the door in the bars and the metal door, gets into corridor and stands to the wall, rising his handcuffed arms to the sky.

Spoiler

 

[Deddly]

On 04/11/2017 at 10:01 PM, Earthlinger said:

This will be done in two to three-sentence posts, where each user adds as much to the story as they can fit in two or three decent-sounding sentences.

I'm not saying this as a moderator, but any chance you could shorten that a little, @kerbiloid?

[kerbiloid]

19 minutes ago, Deddly said:

I'm not saying this as a moderator, but any chance you could shorten that a little, @kerbiloid?

For sure.

Suddenly Kerman woke up on the iron-hard sheet of steel that he called his bed, soaked in sweat.
He patted his iron bed with love, it was so sweet, so calming.

Edited November 12, 2017 by kerbiloid

[Piatzin]

The brief moment of bliss and relief was tarnished by the thought of going to the breakfast hall with the hundreds of other inmates. He didn't like the noisy clatter of dishes and conversation, and usually sat by himself. Preferably in a corner.

[YNM]

This day though, another fellow inmate actually talked to Kerman in the mess hall. Kerman liked him. He also shown Kerman interests in escaping, though at least that's what Kerman think.