The Myth Of The Green Inferno.

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 along the way I fell to my knees and guzzled pure water.  After the race wars, that were just a psy op by the Globalists. Orders were made after the clean up. Any person harming or even disrespecting the environment would be expelled to the polluted wastelands around the mega cities. So in places like this, a bit run down and skanky. True.  There was still fresh water everywhere and NO LITTER.
 It would soon be nightfall and I was getting hungry. I pulled down my trousers and pants and squatted by a tree. As I grunted and pushed, a small package flew out of my arse all covered in slime. I wiped the clingfilm and unwrapped it. Black Market cash and a fake ID. This should get me where I want to go. Green Inferno. They were a group of hardcore Green activists who didn't believe in vaccines or government propaganda. At all. I was told that they would help me. But their place was in another sector a hundred km away. I.couldnt risk buying a GPS phone in case I alerted one of the many drones that would be now after me. The aerial drones couldn't hope to fly in forest but a couple of armed guide dogs were no doubt on my trail. They were slow but relentless and ground many people down. Before they branded their prey with hot steel and gave out  a mandatory vaccine jab. I thought I heard some robotic barking so I jumped in a river and floated down stream.
After getting no sleep in my wet clothes. I shivered till morning and found a travellers site. This lot had been outcasts since Christ. I paid them for fresh clothes, a mask and a mountain bike. I shot straight off down a dusty track. Drones were flying in the air above me but it could have been about anything. If I pushed on I would be at Green Inferno tonight.

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