Locked in a Basement
It was dark when I awoke. I sniffed the air trying to get a scent map of where I was. Suddenly, my ears perked up as I heard someone coming down the stairs and flicking a switch. My eyes burned with the sudden presence of light and I blinked a few times trying to clear my vision. A cold, gravelly voice spoke, Well, it looks like our little foxy has awoken from his nap.
I figured my eyes were accustomed to the light, so I carefully opened my eyes, and looked around. I was in a very dirty basement, with water stained walls, a ripped couch that looked like it had been burned by cigarette butts in several places, and several broken bottles. I looked over and saw a man who was dressed in a business suit and his face was cold, precise, almost like it came from a mold. I realized that my legs and arms were bound at the ankle and wrist, but I wasnt gagged. You bastard! I hollered, Untie me this instant, or I swear, I will rip your throat out!
He laughed a cold, merciless laugh that sent shivers down my spine and set my fur on end. Now why would I want to do that? Im going to have some fun with you. While smiling a creepy rapist smile that sent more shivers down my spine. Never! I spat, The only way youll have fun is when Im dead! Well, then foxy, Ive got a little game we can play Ill let you go, but if I find you, Ill have to kill you after all, you are an escaped prisoner. Walking back up the stairs, I waited until I heard his footsteps receding when I started to work on my bindings.
With a loud popping noise and a shower of sparks the light disintegrated. I felt small, sharp pieces of glass rain down from the (now broken) light fixture. Now immersed in complete darkness, save for some light filtering through the dirt and grime streaked windows, I tried to see if I could untie myself. Now, because Im a fox, I can see moderately well in the dark, not like those felines, who are crazy good at seeing in the dark, but anyway I noticed a broken bottle about a foot away from me which I happily grabbed, and started to work on my bindings. It took about 20 min. to cut through all my bindings because they were made out of some material I was not familiar with, I believe it was a metallic fishing line type material.
I freed myself and crawled through the basement window, which had conveniently been unlocked. I looked and noticed a dirt road going down about 50 feet and then turning sharply to the left. I also noticed two guard towers, a big heavy cast iron fence and several Humvee styled trucks with gun turrets. I ran down the road until I reached the fence, when I noticed that the fence's bars were very wide. Due to my being in that basement for a very long time, I thinned out so much that you could see my ribs, so luckily for me, I was very skinny. I quickly slipped through the bars, and ran down the road, when a spotlight fell over me, and I was momentarily blinded.
I quickly bolted like a scared rabbit, when two trucks roared out of the bushes with guns a blazing. The men driving them were dressed in gray and white uniforms with gas masks covering their heads and black gloves covering the hands. I felt a bullet tear through my leg making me stumble. I quickly recovered, when I darted into the woods where I ran and ran until I found a metal pipe sticking out of the ground. The pipe itself was 4 1/2 wide and about 2 feet tall, so I could just barely fit into it. I quickly slipped into the pipe, scared of what might happen to me if I didn't