He cursed under his breath as the familiar whine of police sirens shrilled into life behind him. "Ten minutes earlier than expected." He muttered, breaking into a run. Had he misjudged the guard's schedule or had one of the other prisoners actually ratted him out?
Regardless. He would be able to avoid the police easily.
Their dogs? Not so much, but so long as he could cross the ravine before they found his scent...he'd have a better chance of at least delaying their hunt. He'd hoped to get farther than this before his escape had been found. Though why he hoped at all was beyond him, luck had never been on his side. "Please, at least today. Be on my side." He found himself whispering. He couldn't go back to that prison hole. He couldn't.
-Inspiration from reading a fic.
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