Travis Van Vechten
1/18/10
Dude in the Cage
“LET ME OUT!”
Victor screamed to the guards. They looked at him and said,
“If you want to get out find a way out smart one!”
The guards all laughed at him. He continually screamed,
“LET ME OUT!”
As the cold dark night went on the guards left, and Victor was cramped and shivering in his tiny cage with a cold bowl of oatmeal. That night he was furious with the guards for teasing him. He spent all night frustrated trying to find a way out, and ended up sharpening his toothbrush by shaving the plastic off the end with the bars of the cage. He tried to pick the old lock that was attached to the rusty old bars. He spent hours sharpening and picking at the lock but it just wouldn’t come off. He sat down on the cold metal bed trying to think, and after a while of sitting and thinking he realized that his cage was on dirt and rocks. There was no bottom of the cage. He took the oatmeal and dumped it out and used the spoon to dig and the bowl to shovel dirt and take rocks out. It was almost morning so he decided to wait until the next night to start digging.
He was glad he could spend a day sleeping and occasionally sharpening the spoon to get ready to dig. That day it started to rain. After the guards left for the night he started to dig. The rain made the ground soft and muddy so it was easier for him to dig. In an hour he had almost dug a foot under the ground and soon started a tunnel under the bars. Once he got to the other side he punched his way through like a crazy bear and realized he had finally escaped. He wanted to yell out that he had escaped but he didn’t. He went back to his cage and got the sharpened toothbrush and the spoon and went through the hole. He was covered in mud and was all sweaty. He looked around and he still hadn’t made it out all the way, there still was a small perimeter fence around the cage and there was a guard tower with a spot light.
Not even thinking about it he ran to the fence and started to climb it. He got to the top and there was barbed wire on top. He looked at the guard tower and the guards were fast asleep so he climbed back down the fence quietly and ran to his cage. He grabbed his blankets and ran back to the fence. When he got to the top he draped the blankets over the barbed wire and climbed over. He started to run like a chicken through a deeply forested area. Running through the forest there was branches breaking and flying leafs. He almost slipped a couple of times on mud puddles. He was gone before the guards even noticed.
He ran until he could run no more and he passed out in a small farm town. He woke up flustered and confused on a pile of hay in a barn. The latch on the barn door unlocked and an old man with a cane walked in with a rifle.
“Who are you?” the man muttered, holding the rifle at Victor. Victor responded quickly, frightened by the gun pointed at him, saying that his name was Tom and he got lost on his camping trip. The sorry old man believed his lies and let him stay in the barn for a couple of nights. Victor was surprised that he believed him and was glad he put the gun down.
The old man and Victor became friends. They trusted each other even though Victor was lying. They spent lots of time together. One day they went to a pond and went fishing.
Back at the jail it was madness. There were alarms and people running everywhere yelling. There were investigators everywhere looking for clues. The head guard was yelling at the night guards because they were sleeping. The police started to track Victor’s footprints from where he escaped. They were hard to follow because it had been a day since he escaped. They found the field he had passed out in and they called the SWAT team.
When they were ready, they kicked open the barn door and yelled,
“GET ON THE GROUND!”
They saw Victor trying to get out the smallest window in the barn and the old man just sat there confused. They fired a couple of rounds at them but they missed. Victor told the old man to push him out the window and the old man did. The SWAT team fired more but missed Victor and hit the old man right in the head and he fell to the ground. Victor fell out the window and ran as fast as he could away from the police. He ran for hours and was lost. He was in a forested area with no civilization around. He was so mad that the old man died and he was nowhere near anything. All he had left was a spoon and a sharpened toothbrush.
He could not find any food or water to eat so he ran back the way he came and then he switched directions and found a new town were he sat on the side of the road with his thumb out waiting for a ride. No one would stop for him. He was sad, starving, and had to drink water out of the storm drain, which was covered in mucky leaves and trash. He used a piece of his shirt to filter the water through.
Victor was on the side of the road dying. Victor was depressed and he was starving, he hadn’t eaten food in at least two days. He tried to stand up to go to the bathroom and he fainted and fell into the road and bonked his head. A semi truck zoomed by and the driver thought it was just a speed bump.
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