Fuck the chances!

Fuck it! You think to yourself. You were a **** long enough to know what it feels like, and you would rather die trying than remaining one for good. Using your jaw muscles, you push the ballgag out of your mouth, then you lean down to the end of your leash, and detach it from the ring with your teeth. You move your mouth to the straps holding your thighs and forelegs together, bite on them, and simply pull hem off on the ground.

Great! You think to yourself. Now you can move.

You stand up, tilt your head to the wall, and try to get the blindfold off of your head. But this you are not able to accomplish. Damnit! Gus really knows how to lock these things.

Nevertheless, you can move, so you get out of the cell, and start going to a direction you fancy. Only to run into a wall in the process. You realize you are standing the wrong way, so you turn around, and continue going forward.

After a minute of making ahead - or more like tiptoeing -, you collide with a second wall. After that, you position yourself to another direction, and start moving again. Only to hear the sound of shots reverberating around you. And you realize you just stumbled right between the two opposing groups.