Jail isn't so different fron the real world. There are people everywhere, and yet I am all alone. I sit here on my "bed" thinking - just thinking. I don't know how I got here, and I am hopeless to do anything about it. But as I think about my situation, my hopelessness turns to rage. I have to get out of here right now. I have to find Jack. I didn't forget you. I never will.
I decide to leave my cell. Maybe I can find some sort of exit. As I walk the perimeter of the inside of the jail, I find one emergency exit door. It's rusty and locked shut. The lights around the door have all burned out. I don't think anyone knows that this door even exists, but it is still locked. I know that the guard who passes by my cell everyday has the keys to everything. I walk back to my cell and wait.
After two hours of waiting, the guard walks by. I walk after him. He slows down to turn a corner. I fake a sneeze and slam into him, pickpocketing his keys in the confusion. He looks at me like I'm a freak, (but everyone does, so that's normal) and walks off. I make a bee-line for the rusty door. The lock clicks open on the third key. After a minute or two of pulling on the door, the rust gives way, and I am free.
Of course, free never really means free. I'm all alone with nowhere to go, and no money. Financially, I would be better off in jail. But I have a job to do, and I will finish it. I need someplace to hide though, this bright orange uniform is not helping me at all.
As I am aimlessly walking around in the middle of the night, I see a car. It's just sitting there, no one around, key in the ignition. It's almost like someone wants me to steal this car.
I get in and turn the car on. It works fine, so I drive off into the night. This Jack guy has to be somewhere with access to the Anthrax virus. The CDC is the only place I can think of with the disease. Luckily, it is not too far from here. I pull over at a rest area to take a break. I notice that there is a large trench coat in the backseat; perfect for covering up my orange uniform. I put it on. It fits very well. I can feel something in the pocket. It's a folded-up piece of paper. I open it up and read it.
Hello again. You are quite the clever one, but maybe not so clever. If you want to find me so badly, then I will bring you to me. All you have to do is stay right where you are.
-Jack
All of a sudden, my car explodes in a massive ball of fire.
The fire consumes my body and I black out.
