Running and running. Turning around endless corners, then doing it again. Stopping once he was about to start breathing hard. The tracking chip in his neck was only powered by heartbeats, so by keeping his heart-rate down, he could make the signal weaker and keep he guards off himself. Back to running. Barefoot and cold. Feet slapping on the freezing, moist floor, he could smell freedom, the fresh air that only is sensed when having been in confinement for a long time. He was almost home-free, and he allowed himself to sprint. He could feel the freedom already.
Isaac Grant over 4 years ago
huh. I should check that out because I've never heard of it. Thanks again!