Here’s the next installment of Let Us Out. With the system I’m using to create my posts for the time being, I think I’m going to be more able to continue short stories, so long as I’m inspired to write another part.
So, without further ado, here’s part II.
Daniel peered down the hall but didn’t see anyone. He started to strode down the hall, worries lessening when Alex yanked him back by the back of his t-shirt.
“What the hell, man! Wha-”
His complaint was cut off as Alex slapped his left hand over his mouth, hissing, “Are you an idiot! You don’t just go walking down the hall after breaking out of a cell. You will get caught and thrown back in.”
Daniel wrestled his face away from Alex’s grip, “I don’t see anyone. It’s fine.”
Just then, before Alex could respond, footsteps sounded around the corner. Alex yanked Daniel into the shadows to their right, plastering them against the wall, holding his breath that they wouldn’t be spotted.
Two men came striding around the corner, one speaking, “Do we really expect them to have done anything?”
“I don’t know, but there was a crash and Boss wants us to make sure they’re still in their cell.”
Alex frowned, knowing he was the only one that could do anything about them; no doubt Daniel was useless in defending himself.
He studied the two men and as they walked by, he reached out, snagging the left one’s gun out of their holster, whipping him across back of the head, knocking him unconscious. The other one scrambled for his walkie to send out an alert that they were out of the cell but Alex grabbed him around the neck, choking him until he lost consciousness.
Daniel watched it all happen in a 20 second span, realizing that unlike himself, Alex could actually back up his body language. He decided then and there that clearly Alex knew what he was doing and that this was more dangerous than he’d thought and if he wanted to get out of here alive, he would need to stick with Alex.
Will they get out next week? We’ll have to wait and see.
See Y’all Later!
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