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I struggle, I strain, I dig my way through the dirt of the hospital. The tile floor above me is cracked in half, leaving the soft ground below me exposed.
I hack and hack and hack and hack, my spoon was getting damaged from my forced entry into here but I hardly cared and that fact hardly mattered.
Escape was nearly around the corner and if I stopped now, then my carefully crafted plan to escape the hospital would fail.
The Doctor would find me or worse, the walls would cave in on me. Both of those options sounded awful, but being trapped in a tunnel crafted to be my exit sounded even worse.
I shuddered violently in terror but shoved my thoughts aside, they weren’t important right now. What was important was escape and that’s exactly what I intend to do.
With an extra shot of adrenaline, I lifted my spoon/tool or shovel to the dirt and furiously tunneled my way through the dirt, digging faster than what I thought was possible for my small, frail body to do.
In no time my spoon broke the surface and I tumbled to the ground with a gasp. However, I wasn’t greeted by the outside world, but instead by the tallied walls of my prison.
I gritted my teeth in fury, threw my broken spoon to the ground and screamed: “SON OF A BITCH!!”