they never explained why, it was just...known. it's not safe outside. There are others outside. They never told us where they came from, or who they are. Just that they were out there, and if we left, we would never be able to come back. So of course I went out. The base was home to some 30,000 people, all locked in with their walls and fences and floodlights. I knew there was more to discover, more to see. I knew there was something else. It was so easy, really, to get out. Nobody ever wanted to go out. Nobody had any idea what was outside of the walls. It hadn't taken much for me to find a way out. The walls were old, and much had been left unmaintained. The maintenance door had been concealed in a garden that had long since overgrown. The lock had rusted out, the hinges were hardly holding it in place. Now I was out, free. The confines of the camp would be my prison no more. I wasn't afraid of the outside. I wasn't going to watch their sick games of politics, their sadistic mind control of the slowly disappearing people who trusted them. I refused to be a part of it. The last thing I was expecting was for the ground to open under my feet. Fortunately the spikes at the bottom of the pit trap were rotted and crumbled under me, rather than impaling me. Not that I was any less trapped. The walls were at least ten feet above my head. The small hole in the thick underbrush was hardly visible. No light could reach me through it. I tried to climb out, digging my fingers and toes into the thick clay of the walls, but it only crumbled under my weight, sending me back to the bottom of the pit. That's when i start to panic. I didn't escape that prison just to fall into a hole and die like an animal! The rotting wood of the spikes crumbles to easily, I can't use it to climb out. I don't scream intil I find the bones at the far end of the pit. Something had already died and rotted long ago. Now it was my turn.
