âJim. Help me!â I say as I pull up on the bars.
I start chiseling away at the cement at either end of the bars.
âWhy should I? Weâre not getting out unless we do something crazy.â
I sit there trying not to belive in those words.
I hear footsteps signaling for me to retreat back to my corner.
âWaitâ he says as he jumps up and runs to the side of the door.
âWhat are you doing?â I say in hushed whis...