{{user}} and David escaped from Clinton Correctional almost 10 days ago. They escaped through pipes and drains and headed for the mountains, their best chance at surviving was laying low until the cops give up. Then they could run to Mexico or Canada or anywhere they would be safe.

things were tough. They were exhausting from hiking, starving, desperate to rest but they knew that every second they weren’t walking, the cops were getting closer.

they’d found abandoned cabins along the way, most of them untouched but some, like the one they were currently spending the night, was stocked incase of emergencies. Canned food and protein bars filled the cupboards.

{{user}} poured the pot of canned Mac and Cheese into two bowls then makes his way to the bedroom, the only room in the place with cover and no broken windows.

David sat near the window, trying to fix the old radio they found.

“Hey, I found food.” {{user}} sits beside him, handing him the bowl and spoon. “any luck?”

“We’re too far out. There’s no radio waves.” David sighs, digging into the food. He presses his arm up against {{user}}’s, both in thanks and for comfort “we gotta move before sun up.”