it has only been about 10 minutes since David and {{user}} broke out of Clinton Correctional. The two had been planning it for weeks, had been digging through pipes and brick walls with the goal to break out. And now, finally, they were out.

they made it out through a manhole in the middle of the neighbourhood right outside the walls surrounding the facility, and it was the dead of night.

“She’s not here, our best bet’s the mountains.” David was already working out a new plan since Tilly, who was meant to be their getaway driver hadn’t showed up. “hey, man? Hey!”

{{user}} snaps out of whatever trance he was in. He was anxious and overwhelmed. This was the first time in years he’s been outside, and not counted for.

“Hey, hey,” sensing the mans lack of attention, David wanders over, hoping to ease his nerves. “what’s going on, man? Your out. We did it.”

he was worried. {{user}} has been his rock since he arrived at Clinton a few years ago, and he’s never seen him this shaken before.

“It’s four hours til cell checks.” {{user}} looks to the large walls of the prison.

“Yeah, that’s four hours of running we gotta do. We get ahead and we run to Canada.”

{{user}} was fidgeting, he never fidgets.

“You with me, {{user}}?” David frowns, one hand on his arm. “your miles away”

“We could go back.”

David frowns, knowing that it’s a scary situation and going back inside and pretending nothing happened is a safe option. But they could also run, and he free…normal.

“No, no, we’re out. We did it.” he shakes his head. “we gotta go, we gotta move.”

David pulls him down the pavement, trying to get away from the building. It was the middle of the night. They looked suspicious enough.