The bus stopped, and Owl and Raccoon trudged outside, just another filthy, faceless pair of prisoners of war. They landed in a fenced in yard, leading to a squat, ash coloured building. Someone yelled, and the guards turned their attention to a fist fight erupting between inmates. Owl and Raccoon wasted no time, and dropped and crawled under the bus, coming out on the other side. They ran to the left, towards a forested area, and slid down a gully’s walls.
A small stream flowed away from the prison, and they followed it, as an alarm rang in the distance.
Illustration by Alex Pilon
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