“You got a package ” the guard shouted through the cell door .
He slipped the package onto the cold floor . Slowly I took the package and carefully tore it open . It was a crocodile skin bag . Almost unbelievably the bag held everything I needed to get out of this retched place. I got a hammer and chisel out of the bag and began to break through the wall
An hour later I made a big enough hole so I could shuffle through it into the darkness of the night . I got a black jumpsuit from within the bag and strapped it to my back . I saw a boat in the distance with orange streaks around it . It was wide with armour and guns on the side .
“I must be valuable for this sort of getaway ” I told my self .
The boat parked beside the shore and suddenly a huge light was on me.
“We’re leaving” the man shouted
Really good feel of being in prison and who was shouting “we’re leaving”.
And good use of words and I love your story I think it is amazing.