“Get up!”

Hoyt grinned as he felt the warmth of another body near his own. Soon enough it would be the one he wanted but for now, this one would do. He pulled the collar of his jump suit up and crawled away from the boots of his captors.

The guards reached down, fumbling recklessly for their prisoner. Getting to his feet slowly, the guards tightened their grip on the prisoner and dragged him towards the daylight.

Hoyt stayed as low as he could to the floor, his own breathing coming in short and ragged gasps as he reached the prison kitchen. He trusted in the predictability of the human condition and was pleased to see he’d been right to do so. In their hurry to locate the source of the fire, the guards had left the main door unlocked. While he knew that there would be no knives or anything else vaguely useful he could take, he knew about the broken catch on the window. It was all he ever needed from the room that provided food so abominable that pigs would turn their snouts up in disgust.
As he slid his body through the small gap, he inhaled deeply, taking in the charred smell of death that permeated the air. Someone hadn’t made it out. Crawling towards the fence line, Hoyt scanned the treeline, looking for the sign. His eyes stung and streamed with tears, making it hard to see but it was there. The glint of moonlight off of a mirror, guiding him to a pre-cut hole in fence. It was too easy. The whole plan had been fantastical in its simplicity, but it was always the simple ones that work, the ones that took him to Jane.

He made it through the first fence without issue, the second one, older and less defined in its exterior caught his jumpsuit, tearing the back of the material.

“Dr?” The voice growled from the obsidian blackness before him before strong hands dragged him forwards and into the woods.