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Grandma.

I am coming.

I run faster than I ever have.

The physical activity slot paying off.
The empty paths give me a better look of the Gate.

The current shift is over and the Guards are heading towards their next assignment.

I have thirty seconds before the next set of Guards arrive.

I will my legs to move faster.

I have to cut across the path. If I want to make it.

Shit.

From my peripheral view, I can see the next shift of guards arriving. They have noticed what I am doing.

They are running after me.

I have reached the Gate. I push it forward.

And with my luck, I trigger the alarm.
I cuss out loud.

I need a key card to open the damn thing.

"Grab her!" one of the Guards shout.
A heavy arm grips my shoulder and yanks me away from the door.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

I turn around to see a bulky Guard.

His partners are not far.

I look up at the Guard.

It's Randy Greene, Mrs.Greene's husband.

"Sorry." I apologize as I swiftly bring my knee up, between his legs.

He curses and crumples to the ground.
I snatch his key card and turn to swipe it.

"Stop, or we'll shoot." says a gruff voice. .

I look over my shoulder for a second, counting the number of Guards.

"Hold your fire!" says another voice.

A familiar voice.

All my muscles lock up and I freeze.

Dad.

I take advantage of the moment of shock amongst the Guards.

I swipe the card and shove the door open.

"LISA!" My Dad shouts as I run through the Gate.

I kick the Gate closed behind me.

I was on the Outside.

Alone.

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