Badtraum2020

Some escapes are planned meticulously beforehand and fail, whilst others work spontaneously first time.  This was a balls to the wall beginners victory. An art brut masterpiece. The orange juice delivery van was idling in the yard with us during our mandatory exercise time. It was white with a garish bright orange smiling sun smiling down on mankind from both sides of the van. I got in the cab and clipped in my seat belt. The vehicle was electric so I turned the key and pointed my sunshine torpedo at the prison wall. The wall was not a prison wall of quality. It was composed of wooden stakes. Corrugated metal, and barbed wire. "Sunshine" tore through it in one go like hot bullets through an ice cream house. I was free. I heard a terrible noise to my left and realised I was dragging some wood and wire. I parked up a couple of miles away and ran into the woods. The bushy green canopy erased me from earth, for the moment. It was hot. I ran and ran and at every stream...

Some got caught fleeing with fake vaccine passports. Some got betrayed by friends and family. Some even dressed as tramps and played the part in the city streets until drones rounded up everyone out of step with the government's message. After months spent in the camps trying to survive, the lucky winners were rehoused on toxic bombed out tracts of land no one wanted. The buildings used to rehouse the disobedient, the mad, the grief stricken and the other square pegs were best described as high security prisons with Butlins signs hanging on the gate. The message the government hoped to convey was that we we're holidaying at the taxpayers expense! No reporter or civilian was allowed inside. Once you crossed the threshold you didn't leave, ot at least that's how it's been for the last three years. Inside we were separated by gender. There were three genders: Male, female and trans. I was with the men and I had my own cell. I had books, painting equipment, ...