I tried to escape.
They sent me and some guys marked by the Hound out for the day. We were just supposed to wander about town looking for it.
I don’t want to be a part of this any more. I can’t. I can’t do it. They’re just going to keep risking my life in the hopes that I’ll take a few Fears out before I die.
We’d been out and about for a few hours when one of the guys decided it was lunch time. They stopped at a sandwich shop and I told them I wasn’t hungry, I’d just wait for them outside. I loitered a bit while they waited in line. When they seemed distracted enough, I quickly walked away, ducked into an alley, and started running.
I didn’t know where I was going. I just needed to get away.
I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised when a black van pulled across the end of the alley and some guys in suits pulled me in.
I’m not allowed to leave the facility for the rest of the week. It’ll slow their testing, but I guess they feel the need to punish me.
So basically… I’m grounded.
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