We make our plans quickly, despite the problems with our communication system. They will radio me when they are positioned outside the main entrance of the cave. They will get the attention of the cavemen. The majority of the party will make sure that the guards pursue them into the trees, making the way into the cave system clear for the remainder of the group, who will make their way through the cave, using the homing beacon on my radio to find their way to me. Then, finally, I will have escaped.
I am kept up to date on each part of the plan for my escape. It works like a well-oiled machine. It seems to work too well, in actual fact. But worries aside, the plan is going smoothly. Within another three and a half hours, strong torch beams down the tunnel, odd-shaped shadows showing from the rocks sticking out of the walls. Surprised exclamations echo into the room, showing their amazement of them seeing me trussed up like a Christmas turkey. They rush down the tunnel, freeing me as soon as they can. I stand up, stretching my cramped up limbs as much as I can as the time allows. 591Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ8vNbVTA233
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We soon get moving again, my team urging me up the tunnel as fast as I can manage, with my legs and feet half asleep and a severe case of pin and needles from the blood returning to my limbs. I trip over a sharp rock, scraping my shins badly, and drawing blood. My still floppy arms are useless at lifting myself back up to an upright position. Many hands grasp me, but instead of the rough handling of the cavemen of before, it’s the gentle hold of my team, helping me back to my feet. I take a few tentative steps, unsure if my legs will support me. They don’t.
