Peter and I were running for our lives when we heard something from behind us. I had no clue what it was, but it was getting extremely loud, extremely fast. Then the mist lifted and we could see for miles around, including behind us. And there they were, a whole army of soldiers marching through the swamp.
"How much longer?" Peter asked.
"Still four hours." I replied, gasping for breath from our relentless sprint.
"We can make it, if only they're on foot." he calculated, but they weren't. Hovercraft soon passed us and cut us off. And only twenty hours after we'd made our daring escape, we had been captured.
August 22, 2010
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