Now was the time. I would finally get out. I had spent the last two months digging the hole with a plastic fork.
It was a miserable night. I could hear the crashing of the rain and the howling of the wind. The plan was in place and ready to go.
I moved the plank that was blocking the hole. I jumped through and started to run. I went into the empty Gymnasium. I went through the window and began to climb the gutter.
In the flash of lightning, I saw the prison warden standing there pointing his rifle right at me.