Chapter 80 : bolt

I knew what I was about to do was completely stupid and I would get nowhere apart from banged up in the ECA for the rest of my life probably but there it was in front of me; A completely un-guarded unlocked door to the outside world. It felt like ages since I had seen one and before I could stop myself I had bolted.

 The heat hit me when I ran outside but I was running so fast I caused my own breeze around me. It made me push on faster. My legs stung with every thump up against the tarmac still not recovered from my recant new wounds but I had to keep going. There had to be a way out of the grounds of the unit, just a tiny hole in the fence would be enough, just something to get a leg up on, just anything. They could keep me here anymore.

 Then the alarms started; not the low beeping of a wrist band alarm but the screeching howling siring that I had heard when I was working home from school before. This was the big boy’s alarm. The one that made parents cross the road with their children. This means I had got in too deep. This means I was in no end of trouble. I thought about Arabella locked in the ECA and saw myself take her place. I ran faster. That could no happen to me. I had to get away.

I reached the front gate and lurched around franticly for somewhere I could get out. For some divine inspiration for the damn code to hit me so I could key it into the pad that was taunting me. Of course I had no luck so took off running again to the right a mixture of panic and pain, making all my muscles cramp up. I could now here people yelling my name from around the building and shouting about their various postings around the primate of the fence. I felt like a murder running from prison. I was out numbered and I was surrounded. I had no chance but I had to keep on running. I had to try; I had got so far to turn around.

My stomach flipped over and over again as I picked the pace up dragging my good hand over the links of the metal fence trying to find a bloody exit there was none and I started to cry in a mixture of sadness, anger and desperation. I begged with a god I didn’t’t believe in for there to be a gap but there wasn’t one and to make matters worse the palm of my hand caught on a lose piece of wire and a searing pain ripped up it. I gasped.

 shot a little look down at my hand knowing it was bad and I wasn’t going to like what I saw but I did it anyway and there it was. A deep red pumped out of the jagged laceration on the palm of my hand where the flesh inside could be seen. The blood ran to the floor like someone had turned on a tap. This was too much for my stomach as it lurched out one final objection and I fell to my knees violently vomiting on top the grass, and my top, and my hair and anything else that got to near. It was then I become aware of the foot steps behind me and the puffing and panting of someone that wasn’t me and eventually the woman’s feet that stopped beside me... Oh shit.