WW3. I woke up after fainting in a bed with chains on my wrists. There was one other prisoner dressed in orange next to me. He was 5 foot 8 inches and was Asian. Problem ? He didn’t seem to speak the same language. He pointed at the window. I approached the window and peered through it. I saw countless guards roaming and I also saw some guards near our cell’s front door. He then put a finger to his lips making the sign to be quiet after that, he pointed at himself then me then a exit sign. I nodded my head. He turned around and gestured me to follow him. We were fighting the same war from different countries, we were United under NATO. I had to trust him. I followed him. He lead me to the bathroom sink and then opened a drawer. He reached in and pulled out a gun. I immediately covered up my mouth to cover my shock as he tossed it to me. I fortunately reacted quick and caught it with my other hand. He pulled out another pistol and placed it in his pocket. He grabbed a pair of scissors for himself and then gave me a plastic hair comb. I looked at him confused and placed my hands in front of me palm upwards and open too and then he just smiled and shrugged. I guess he was saying that this was the last melee weapon available.

He then gestured me to follow him to the back door. We were gonna make a run for it. He grabbed my gun out of my hand and then shot both doors with a pistol each. As we ran out the backdoor, he chucked the gun back to me.

A guard managed to spot us and began to chase after us and I shot his leg and then my new friend here, shot his head. We kept running.

Just as we began to scale the prison fence, there was a scream by another guard. Over the radio in some other foreign language… it was probably just the report about the guard… oh and the prison escapees … oh wait that’s us.

We finished scaling the wall and then he stopped and pointed the gun at me. I guess we weren’t really pals after all. I closed my eyes in anticipation of betrayal and a lot of pain. A bullet whizzed past my head. I turned around to see another dead guard. I wiped the sweat from my head as he gestured me to follow him again. I can’t even tell him to not do that again.

He ran over to the dead guard and began to scavenge his body. He quickly got changed into his clothes and changed the dead guard into his clothes. He did a head nod and then winked at me as he approached me with some handcuffs. I looked around. There were several other guards close by and this was the alibi we needed. My new pal took me as his ‘prisoner’. We then hid the body near the nearby dumpsters.

Just 20 seconds later, a guard ran up to us and he seemed to have asked why I was out of my cell. My pal, just kept on panting as if to explain that he had sweated a lot chasing after me. The guard actually handed my pal a cup of water. My pal gave him a thumbs up and then walked me in the direction of the cells until the guard took his eyes off us. We then heard a radio transmission saying that a prisoner had been recaptured. The sirens and search lights turned off. My pal needs an Oscar award for his acting. He took me to the garage and then took a quick look around. He then released my cuffs and once again gestured me to follow him.

He lead me to a tank. AC501. Oh yo this tank has air conditioning! Sheesh! We then rode away from them in our new tank. Just as we were about to approach our comrades base, I gestured to my pal that I needed to do something first. I climbed out of the tank, and attached a my white shirt to a tree branch. This time, I gestured him in his tank to follow me as I waved a white flag to our comrades to not attack us. We got back safely and then we met a friendly translator.