(2) Quiet

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     Breath shaky with fear, he watched them run by.  He'd been hiding here for almost two days now, too scared to move. 
     At least for now.  I'd been two days since he found the loose screw on the vent panel and maneuvered his way out of the hell hole he'd been held at.  Finding a hollow in a tree just outside he waited to make his next move.  Maybe he's starve here, of course he heard the stories of other escapees.  People that ran for there lives just to be attacked by a wild animal or become too weak to continue.  Not found for weeks until a mountain lion or wild dog dragged a piece of their dismembered body back.
     Yet even then he could see right through the lies they were being feed.  He knew that body's were never found, and he spent enough time reading stolen books to know that wild animals would eat anything they could find and bring what they couldn't eat to their den or cave.  He knew that the stories were just to scare them into not trying to escape. 
     That didn't stop them.  Although it wasn't often, every once in awhile someone smart got away.  Yes, most of them got gunned down but not all of them.  Those that were strong and armed with survival skills weren't really found.  They might of been killed off, but it wasn't likely. 
     He knew.  He knew a lot actually, like how the knocks that could be here it the forest at night weren't animals or gun fire but a form of morse code.  Sometimes he'd stay up at night to hear the messages.  He knew a little morse code from the books, not much but enough to understand the messages that repeated most nights.
     Get out.  We're here.  It's safe.  Run.
     That's what he did, what most that could understand did, what the girl that was being chased did.
     He knew he had to be silent, he knew he had to be invisible, and he knew he had to find them.  Even if it was the death of him, even if-
     Bang

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