Fugitive

You are John Doe. Seven years ago, you were a low-ranking political adviser for the President. During that time, the nation was dealing with the fallout of nuclear war. Millions of civilians died, largely due to the colossal failure of the entire administration to avoid conflict. However, they were able to maintain power by blaming key individuals inside the administration. You were 1 of 9 politicians imprisoned for treason.

The reason you were blamed was not because of guilt, but rather because of your affair with the Vice President's wife. In an act of , the VP had slipped your name into important documents, making you out to be the most-treasonous out of all 9 of the accused. The sentence was withheld for everyone except for you.

Seven years to the day had passed since you were sentenced to . You had sat, contemplating life & , & awaiting your punishment. Presumably, someone was appealing & arguing for your life; But cut off from the outside world, all you know of is the cold dark insides of your cell.

As you lie on your uncomfortable bed, you are suddenly rocked by a nearby explosion. Peering out from your tiny food slit, you see broken walls, bodies, & carnage strewn about. Panicked guards shout before gunshots ring out, echoing through the prison. Moments later your cell opens up, & 2 men dressed in black & armed with rifles stand before you.

"Doe? Come with us."