Good job on making such a contributive post.
Yeah, I'm a hypocrite.
Name: Bruce
Status: Well
Karma: 0
Objective: Find Max, escape Wallack Prison
Location: Wallack MAXIMUM MAXIMUM Jail
Items: Key, combat knife, AR15
Gained: AR-15
Lost: None
Nightfall approached. Jake and I were ready, along with all other five jail cell members. We waited until we could hear the guard at our cage ended his shift and was taken by another, who one of the cell members told me was a rookie and did not know how to handle a gun whatsoever. I took the key out of my shirt pocket. I carefully inserted it into the keylock, turning it until I heard a click. The guard was a rookie. He did not notice a thing when I opened the door. Jake knocked him out easily, and we let the cell free.
"Thanks Bruce! We owe you one!" yelled an escapee.
I took the now unconscious guard's AR15 and combat knife. The other cell members had already become out of sight trying to escape. I passed Jake the AR15 and picked up a 10mm pistol, fully loaded. Unlike the other cell members, we took the opposite way to the eventual escape route.
"Ready Bruce?" Jake asked. He loaded a spare clip into his pocket for later.
"Ready," I said back to him. We carefully sneaked down the hallway to not arouse attention. But, while walking down the dark hallway lit only by a dim, flickering light, we heard this loud noise from behind us. It wasn't footsteps or a gunshot, but a toilet flushing. We looked behind us and found Max.
"What the hell?" I asked myself. He just came out of the bathroom by himself.
"Sewer line, bro, try it sometime," Max replied. He was happy to see us again.
Jake clenched his nose upon Max coming close to him. "Not anytime. You smell like stuff."
"Oh sorry. Someone decided to take a crap and it flowed down the sewer line."
"Whatever, guys, let's go. The guys expect us to be there. They are our only way out," I said.
We finally made it to the expected meeting point. Unfortunately, we saw no one else there, besides at least ten other guards with their guns trained on us. We had no other choice but to fight our way off this island. I whipped out my 10mm pistol, realizing I had only one shot left. I took out one guard and immediately picked up his AR-15, trying to get a good shot at the guards on the second floor.
Jake and Max were starting to deal with the first floor. We could see the speed boat ahead of us. Jake picked off one guard and bashed another's head open. Max had finally shot the last person who was behind sandbags training his 50 cal on Max.
I pressed a button to open the main gate. Before this happened, I could see one of the guards, severely wounded crawling towards me. I could recognize it as the jail cell member who told me of the rookie guard earlier. No wonder he had found out about that. Once he was about five feet away from me, I could see him try to cook a grenade to explode.
"You shall die with me, you loving jailbreaker," the guard tried to catch his breath. He finally died with a grenade in his hand.
"Get out!" I tried to duck behind a box, but the grenade exploded just about then, causing me to fly into the concrete wall ahead of me.
I woke up to the sound of water and rushing waves. I could see lights in the distance. Max was driving the boat there. We were almost back to Wallack again. I could see Jake next to me also wounded. I saw two burns against my left leg, three scrapes on the right, and one big gash on my forehead. Jake made it out easier than me. He only got a few cuts against his arm from sliding. I tried to get up but immediately sat back down because of the pain in my legs. I fell asleep again, allowing Max to take me back to wherever he was going to go.
Finally got a good post up. Also, to avoid confusion, I know Max was on an island and the jail was most likely on land. And, I will probably get corrected for this, but whatever. I knew it was going to take at least a couple of posts if not more to reunite, so I made it easy. Yay.
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