It was early morning at an old prison in Upstate New York. Most of the prisoners were still asleep in their cells, except for one. Not only was he not asleep, but he wasn’t there at all. His cell door was still locked, his window still barred, and yet his cell was empty. His floor was quite dirty, even compared to the rest of the old cells that never saw much cleaning. There were tubes of toothpaste littered on the floor and a garden spade that no one had seen before jutting out from beneath the bed. The toilet looked slightly askew, the caulking a little messy, but not something that someone would’ve noticed earlier in an old place like this.
Soon everyone would be awake and wondering, how did he escape?
