A Path To
Freedom Rebecca
Chapter 7
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Diana and me spent the night thinking up a plan to get out of the dungeon.
"What do you have in your pockets?" asked Diana.
"I have a pen, a pocketknife, and thirty dollars, what do you have?" I replied.
"I have a piece of gum, a crumpled up piece of paper, and a handkerchief," said Diana as she rummaged through her pockets.
"I wonder what Jonathan has in his pocket," I asked curious.
"Hey Jonathan, come over here," shouted Diana.
"What do you want with me?" cried Jonathan in a nervous voice.
"What do you have in your pockets?" I asked him.
"Oh let's see, I have a doughnut, a spoon, an extra pair of underwear, and a bottle of water. I also have a gun," he told us as he pulled everything out one by one.
"You’re such a dork Jonathan! Why do you have all that in your pockets? Actually I don't want to know why you have a doughnut, a spoon, or an extra pair of underwear. What I want to know is how you got that gun in here." Diana questioned Jonathan.
"Well I had the gun rapped up in my underwear and I guess they were too scared to touch them," Jonathan said shrugging his shoulders.
"O.K. Jonathan," Diana said suspiciously.
"Hey, I have an Idea." I told them. Well, mostly I told Diana, since Jonathan was too busy playing with the spoon. When I was finished relaying the plan they both agreed to do it.
The next night, as luck would have it, the guard fell fast asleep, with the large black and white German Shepherd sitting at his heals and chewing contentedly on the keys to the dungeon doors. He was a beautiful, well-groomed animal with soft sad eyes. He reminded me of my own dog, Sam, back home. Diana took out the doughnut and I whistled softly to him. The dog went where his nose took him, which was straight to me. With the keys in his mouth and drool slobbering down the side of his face, he cocked his head curiously to the side as he stopped in front of the bars. I let him sniff my hand before patting his soft shiny coat. As soon as Diana dropped the doughnut, the dog wagged his tail in thanks and dropped the keys. Then he greedily attacked the doughnut, not even noticing me reaching through the bars and grabbing the keys to the doors.
"I got the keys," I whispered.
The dog finished licking up the last few crumbs, walked back to the drooling guard, threw himself at his feet and sighed deeply before drifting off to sleep. I furiously sifted through each key, nervously glancing at the sleeping guard.
"I got it," I whispered.
I quietly opened the door, everyone rushed out. Diana had Jonathan's gun and was looking out for any uninvited guests. I let Jonathan lean on me, only because of his sprained foot. We walked slowly across the cement floor.
When we reached the stairs, a siren screamed, scaring and waking everyone. Diana and me pushed Jonathan into a dark corner of the dungeon just as the guards and the German Shepherd ran past us, up the stairs and out the dungeon door. We waited a few minutes and were about to follow the guards up the stairs and out of the cellar, when the ground shook as an ear splitting explosion shot through the air. The three of us opened the door to find that the entire upper floor was burning.
"How are we going to get out without getting burned alive?" asked Diana.
"I don't know," I answered.
"AAAAAAAHHHHHH! Get me out of here!" screamed Jonathan.
"Don't panic, I'll find a way to get us out," I reassured Jonathan who was limping around in a circle, screaming like a girl.
The fire was boiling hot as it slowly burned the church-like building to a crisp. Suddenly a gust of wind came from a nearby window which was slightly ajar. I ran towards the window as I snatched Jonathan's gun out of Diana's hand. I took aim and pulled the trigger, thinking that the wind would blow out the fire. The bullet hit the center of the window, shattering it and sending glass everywhere. Immediately the fire was sucked towards the open window, sending a fireball bigger than the size of my head straight for us.
"Duck," Diana cried out, pushing me and Jonathan to the ground.
"Devin, Jonathan, let's get out of this death trap. Come here and give me a boost so I can reach the window," hollered Diana enthusiastically. When she was up on the sill, she reached down and said, "Here, grab my hands and I'll pull you buttheads out.”
Jonathan looked up at the sound of his name (Butthead) and hurried forward, following Diana out the window. They were followed by me, Devin, the brave and mighty soldier. As I teetered on the edge of the windowsill, there was a whistling sound from above. I jumped and the three of us sprinted as far away from the building as we possibly could before the bomb hit the ground. As it exploded, we were knocked to the ground.
"That was a close one," I bragged, as though I had just saved their skins. "But what are we going to do, since we are stranded here in the middle of the desert with no food or water?" I said starting to panic.
"In one way or another we have to try to communicate with the Captain," Diana told us.
"But how?" Jonathan asked.
"I know! How about the two-way radio?!" I asked.
"That's a great idea, just
one problem, IT
"Oh yeah, I guess I forgot about that," I answered awkwardly.
"Well, now what are we going to do, Einstein? How about we build a car and drive home?" Diana hollered sarcastically.
"Or how about we steal that car over there," Jonathan said to Diana and me.
"What car?" we asked together.
"Ohhhhhhh, that car! What a great idea," I told Jonathan. "So who knows how to hot wire?"
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