The menacing, grungy black walls towered over Duncan on three sides, the fourth side covered totally by a large door full of metal bolts and silver screws. The walls were closing in on him, and fast. The lack of oxygen was getting to him. All of a sudden, his lungs nearly collapsed, not because of the air fast running out, but because he was restricted from seeing the one girl he loved, and her teal hair. He had to escape. But how could he do it? Even in the unlikely event that he escaped from his lone cell, the prison was guarded with nineteen foot tall men, and guns that could blast your brains out in less than a second.
"Eat your Lunch!" A large male screeched, shoving a bowl of gruel through a small rectangular patch on the door.
"I'm not hungry," murmured the Duncan.
"What did you say to me?" Said the tall man as he began to unlock the door to what seemed as though it were a chamber.
"I said I'm not hungry!"
"Well that's your choice, you're not gonna get nothin' else." And the man left.
Some people are just too dumb, thought Duncan, twirling the key on his finger, he had obviously stolen it. People underestimate his pick pocketing quite too often.
He unlocked the door to face a mob of guards.
"Get him!" A frenzied man screamed.
"Kill him!" Another shouted.
"Oh God..." Duncan dared to say, as he began to make a mad dash for the exit.
He was actually making it! He was one step away from freedom!
He took the last stride outside, into a light he had not seen for years, which felt like forever.
"Freedom," He whispered to himself, "Finally, freedom."