I have spoken to a few inmates, about breaking out. It is difficult to know, who to trust. We never know who might sell us out to the guards for a slice of bread. What would happen if they find out about the escape? We already have it rough in here; I can’t imagine what they will do to us! But if we stay here we will die, our only way of surviving is to escape. We don’t have all the means of the escape, but we going to have to do without. I have put a picture of how to escape and I have asked a few inmates what‘s around here.

Ah, guards.

Briar ran. As a small boy, he was able to dodge swiftly between the hordes of people and beasts, outrunning the many guards on his tail.

A shadow moves in the forest, but she cannot tell if man or beast. She dares not speak, fear has spread through her now trembling body.