I haven't got that far yet! I only just decided on the finale. But I just finished this chapter... SO GET READIN ALREADY!
Chapter 5, Setting the scene
Aaron overslept the next morning. He didn’t wake up when the breakfast bell went and Bill wasn’t surprised to see blood everywhere when he returned to the bunks in the evening. He was surprised, though, to see Aaron lying unconscious in his cage. The last guy who’d overslept in the morning was, well, you don’t wanna know what happened to the last guy who overslept in the morning! It wasn’t pretty! It was more sort of slimy!
Anyway, Aaron didn’t wake up the next morning again and Bill had a sneaking suspicion that he was dead. The following evening there were about 6 medics clustered around the cage.
“Slaughter?” Bill asked one of the muds that were already there.
“Nah, they’re gonna try to fix him up. 250 though! Harsh!”
“Don’t forget what they did to Gutspill-Glen when he overslept.”
The other guy shuddered. It hadn’t been pretty! It had been more sort of slimy!
The medics left eventually. Aaron was still lying in the cage not doing much. The next morning though he successfully got up and went to work. Bill was sure that he had been beaten down now. At least until Aaron said hi to him as they met in a corridor and got himself a beating.
“See ya later Bill,” He called as Bill left with his own guard slig. Bill sighed exasperatedly as Aaron was knocked to the floor again!
That evening Bill fell to sleep the moment he returned to his cage. Only unusual due to the fact that most muds stayed up a few hours groaning in pain and depression. Bill though, had managed to go a whole week without getting a beating! That HAD to be a record! He was amazed that he hadn’t been beaten for being spoken to by another mud!
Bill woke up suddenly to the sound of voices: “You’d have to be smaller than a slurg to make it to that pedestal! The place was stuffed with motion detectors!”
“You’d have to shut those off somewhere. The glukkons don’t count on the generator being tampered with though. It wouldn’t be to hard to shut off the power in that room alone.”
Bill sat up. An old mud was crouching outside Aaron’s cage and talking to him quickly: “Did you check out the weapons?”
“Yup, the place was a total mess! Stuff strewn out over the floor, draws open. I could nick a quarter of the stuff in there and no one would notice!” Aaron answered.
“Alright, all you’ll need from there are a grappling hook to get yourself out and a compass.”
“What for? Shouldn’t I just leg it for all I’m worth once I’m out?”
“No! The security may be lax at night but they’re gonna know if the mudokons’ secret weapon has been nicked. They’ll be after you before sunrise. Once you’re out head straight Southwest till you come to a forest. Get in keep going till you come to a small wooden hut about a kilometre in.”
“Who lives there?”
“… An old friend. But just focus on getting there. I would recommend taking a weapon or 2 as well. You’ll probably need them before the sun sinks on your second day.” There was a pause, which ended with the old guy saying, “Better go back to my cage now. I’ll see ya tomorrow night.” He turned and ran.
Aaron suddenly noticed Bill was watching him: “Hey, you hear that? I’m getting out! And I’m taking the treasure from AC with me!”
“You are so naïve!” Bill told him, “I can tell, that old guy can tell. It’s obvious by the way he’s speaking! Even if you do manage to steal whatever it is and get out, you won’t live long enough to celebrate your freedom!”
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