The End
A man runs franticly out off a cold ,dark sack in to the 5:00 dawn. He looks both ways for his escape; in one diction he sees a 3 ft tall electric fence and in the other he sees a green hill leading up to a forest. He chose the forest in a instance as even if he could get over the fence safely it would take too long. He couldn't take his eyes off the hill ,he planed and hoped off this chance for more than 10 years and finally he had done it. Tears fell from his eyes has the prisoner came to the foot of the hill and dreams of a new life in a new country for him filled his mind. He had not made it a 1/4 of a way up the hill when a bullet had came and went sight threw his leg. The man bite down hard on his teeth ,holding back any feeling to scream. As the sun rise he looked back behind and saw the twinkle of the scope in the distance. Before he could get up on his one good leg he had lost it to another bullet. His only choice was to crawl and his was the sign of his end as the blood from his two wounds was feed to the moist,green grass. The Traget had almost reached the top of the hill when the end decided to finish him. This was practice.