I woke up in a dark room, it was the cell i had spent the last 3 days in. My cell consisted of a metal door i couldnt open, iron bars a bed and alot of stone wall. I looked around with only a dim light to see. I heard some people talking I assumed it was day now. The only sense of time I had was them talking. I started looking straight at my wall it looked flaky, i don't know what came over me but i was tired and angry and I hit the wall. When i looked up some of the wall had broken down my first thoughts were that someone had escaped before me so i started digging at the wall just wasting the hours away. i had no idea when i finished but i fell to the floor. Sweat was dripping from me in bucket loads, i was so exhausted and fustrated i couldn't break as much wall as i wanted too, i needed a tool something like a pickaxe. i slammed my hand on the floor and dust wrose i wondered what was under the floor anyway. i searched for the dusty area. it seemed that only certain parts of this place were weak. i found the weak part of the floor and started digging it out. My arms had reached their limits, the wierdest thing that i saw was a box and when i opened the box it felt like all the good things in life were happening to me at once. in the box was i long piece of wood and the top of a pickaxe. I stood up went to bed and thought about my escape plan.............................