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The fourth installment of the 'Quick and Dirty Trilogy'.
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He'd finally escaped. The wail of sirens pierced the still night air. Working his way across the muddy wasteland he sprinted one moment, hid the next, a lethal game of hide and seek between him, the searchlights and the roving patrols.

It had only nearly forty minutes of agonising progress but for the first time the sound of waves was audible through the siren's drone. the purr of waves lapping onto the shore. He was almost there. Behind him there were shouts and the several searchlights flashed in his direction. He couldn't fail now, he was so close; freedom and all it's myriad vices were almost his. The searchlights flashed ahead of him for a moment, then to either side, then behind racing towards him like baying hounds. He had to hide again. Ahead of him was another muddy hole, deeper and wider than the many others he'd used tonight, but he'd be safely out of sight. With the searchlights almost upon a sudden thought struck him; but halted himself, sliding on his knees to the very edge. As the searchlight flashed past he saw that this hole was filled with a green slime. Was the story true after all? His heart raced, his stomach grew ice cold. Looking to his left and right he saw the slime filled depression continued in both directions. It wasn't a hole, it was a trench, if the story was true it surrounded the prison.

Crawling forward cautiously he peered into the trench and wondered if this was a bluff to fool gullible inmates. When two green tendrils whipped out of the mass and wrapped around his arms he knew the truth. They jerked him forward and screaming he plunged down the muddy slope and disappeared beneath the surface. A few ripples betrayed his struggle and then the surface of the prison's final sentry was still.

Description
The fourth installment of the 'Quick and Dirty Trilogy'.
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He'd finally escaped. The wail of sirens pierced the still night air. Working his way across the muddy wasteland he sprinted one moment, hid the next, a lethal game of hide and seek between him, the searchlights and the roving patrols.

It had only nearly forty minutes of agonising progress but for the first time the sound of waves was audible through the siren's drone. the purr of waves lapping onto the shore. He was almost there. Behind him there were shouts and the several searchlights flashed in his direction. He couldn't fail now, he was so close; freedom and all it's myriad vices were almost his. The searchlights flashed ahead of him for a moment, then to either side, then behind racing towards him like baying hounds. He had to hide again. Ahead of him was another muddy hole, deeper and wider than the many others he'd used tonight, but he'd be safely out of sight. With the searchlights almost upon a sudden thought struck him; but halted himself, sliding on his knees to the very edge. As the searchlight flashed past he saw that this hole was filled with a green slime. Was the story true after all? His heart raced, his stomach grew ice cold. Looking to his left and right he saw the slime filled depression continued in both directions. It wasn't a hole, it was a trench, if the story was true it surrounded the prison.

Crawling forward cautiously he peered into the trench and wondered if this was a bluff to fool gullible inmates. When two green tendrils whipped out of the mass and wrapped around his arms he knew the truth. They jerked him forward and screaming he plunged down the muddy slope and disappeared beneath the surface. A few ripples betrayed his struggle and then the surface of the prison's final sentry was still.