Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7489529-20141210050232/@comment-24487330-20150116195655

A few minutes later, things got unnaturally quiet. There were a few noises that sounded like something striking the walls at high speed, then a gunshot against steel, and then a door being slammed. Camo wanted to check outside and figure out what was going on, but he was still terrified of being caught and killed by the guards. It wasn't long after that, though, that he heard an unfamiliar voice out in the corridor, one that didn't belong to any of the guards in the facility. Deciding to take a chance, he edged up to the door of his confinement chamber and pushed it ever-so-slightly ajar to peek outside.

To his surprise, there were no guards around, at least not any living ones; the men normally posted in this corridor were now lying dead with the prisoners they had shot earlier. A small group of inmates had gathered outside, standing around a couple stronger-looking prisoners holding stolen firearms. Camo recognized some of the fugitives as people that had been dragged into isolation chambers around the same time as he had been captured. At this point, he finally understood that an uprising was at hand, and he urgently wanted, even NEEDED, to band together with the freedom fighters.

"Anyone else," he heard one of them ask from just outside. This was the only cue Camo needed to make his presence known. Summoning up his conserved strength and courage, he forced open the door to his cell and stumbled out into the corridor. After gaining his balance, he stood upright, trying to hide the soreness that lingered after he'd been beaten by his captors, and faced the other freedom fighters with as brave a face as he could muster.

"So...? Are we escaping or what," he finally asked in a raspy, parched voice.