'Conclusion'

They are all dead. I broke out of my cell amidst an orgy of gun fire, and the ear shattering cries of Grounds Man Kent’s Reanimated partially-decomposed corpse – telling me to “run god damn it”. After months of torment I decided that I had to escape – the humiliating insults and continuous anal probing had got to me. For some reason it was always Jameson’s idea – whilst it was “always a roller coaster of enjoyment and thrills”, I constantly felt used.

So I am sitting here – at the-masterplan (the online net mainframe) just after my glorious escape. They thought that I was insane, criminally insane is what – I broke through the three layers of magnetised electric-jolt enhanced bars, and knocked over Dr Shields. He’s in bad shape – but revenge is best served cold. Ha Ha Ha. I don’t really know why I’m sitting here – its 5am, and soon Jay will be back to feed me my bran. He will bring reinforcements – I could have escaped, but I decided that it would be better to just get the word out, to try to get some help. I’ve been in this damn lab for my entire life; solitary confinement isn’t good for someone with my disposition. The word is now out, you know about me – you know that the institute exists and that the real world is full of horror. This type of thing is happening in all different places around the world. I want to get out of this world, I can’t stand it – it’s the smell. My smell, I have been sitting in the corner for the past 6 damn years damn it. I want to get out of here; I have had enough of this mess.

I can hear footsteps down the cold stone floor outside. They sound heavy, but quick like Jay or Jameson. Id better get ready to run – there’s little chance of escape now, but Iv got to at least try, I hear the 27 digit security code being punched into the outer facility doors, and the disturbed grunts of someone who got the code wrong. It must be Jay in one of his stupors. He’s so tired nowadays, poor lad. Beep, beep, beep he goes again, he’s only got two more attempts otherwise he will be absorbed into the wall... Again, beep beep beep, but this time he’s got it, I feel the adrenaline rush into my muscles, as I get ready for the chase.

I quickly shut down the-masterplan and jump to my feet; I’m ready to go. I take a step forward and collapse. These damn horse shoes – another stupid idea of Jameson’s. We all told him – horse-shoes are for horses only, but he thought it would be funny if I wore them anyway, he said they were better for the under-funded budget.

I get up again, this time I can balance, only just, but I manage to slowly run. Jay is taken by surprise and tumbles to the ground. I hear the voice of Dr Shields in the background, telling him to get up, and then the dreaded alarms. Officers from all around the country will be here soon – to clear up the ‘biohazard’. I keep the pace, clearing the electric fence by running straight through it. The jolts hurt like fire, but my head is clearing fast.

Field after field is cleared until I finally stumble and trip into a river. The river is the primary source of water for the institute. I am being taken back slowly, I would fight the current – but I’m too exhausted from the running.

I pass the institute and the waterwheel picks me up. I spin around a few times before being hit with a rake by the corpse of grounds man Kent, he pulls me in and I’m stuck in a giant wheelie bin.

Damn it – I’m back at the institute, this whole scenario was one giant waste of time. Or was it? I slowly lift the lid of the bin, and take a look around. The only person who I can see is Rog, playing with himself in the corner. Again – he is trying to sell pick and mix to invisible fairy children.

I climb out, and begin the run again, as I clear the first corner of the building – Jay – who is trying to play a championship squash game with Dr Randy, clubs me over the head. He repeats the blow, again and again until my severed head drops into a small basket, which was conveniently placed behind me. I fall unconscious.

The next day I wake up – and all I can see, is bubbles…

Rawson, (almost free)
freerawson@wideasleep.co.uk (for freedom)
cagerawson@wideasleep.co.uk (for liberty)

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