Go with them

You decide to believe in strength in numbers, & do as they say.

The soldiers lead you through the wreckage of your prison. A large part of it is now destroyed; Dead prisoners & guards litter the floor.

The soldier behind you butts you with his rifle. "Faster!", he barks. Out of breath, you stumble as fast as you can along the ever-darkening prison.

The lead soldier is sent flying backwards by an explosion as he rounds the corner, just 10 feet or so in front of you. You are deafened by the explosion; All you hear is a loud ringing. You look up, & notice that the sky is gray with concrete & dirt. The foot of the soldier behind you strikes your back, knocking you face-down into the dirt. His boot presses into the small of your back with great ****, & the excruciating pain causes you to cry out, but you cannot hear your own voice. Suddenly, the pain stops, & you can hear faintly again. The cracking of automatic machine gun fire fills the air. After a few seconds, the noise stops, & someone helps you up.

It is a bloody man wearing fatigues. The men who freed you from your cell are now in a heap on the floor.

The man grabs you by the shoulders, yelling, but also enunciating so that you can understand him.

"John Doe! We are here to get you out! Come with us! You must go quickly!"

Once again, you are being led through the prison by armed men. This time, they hopefully have your best interests in mind.

After what feels like 20 minutes of running, you finally arrive outside.