[ WP ] You swerve to avoid a squirrel . Unknown to you the squirrel pledges a life debt to you . In your darkest hour the squirrel arrives .

I am going to die here in the darkness, my only company; rats and creaking pipes. 
 How and why I do n't know, the last thing I remember was walking through town when I felt a strange sensation in my spine and then I was here. 
 
 It's felt like eternity but I have no real way to know without windows you soon lose yourself in the swirling darkness and the abyss of time. 
 
 I sat there thinking how or why this could happen, I had no enemy's or dealings with gangs why would they want me, was it just for fun? 
 
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 Something scuttled across the floor, most likely just a rat little did I know my life was about to change forever. 
 
'James!' A small shrill voice squeaked from the corner of the room. 
'Who's there?' I ask my heart pounding, ready to explode from the tension. 
'I do n't have much time to explain but I am here to get you out.' 
 My manacles clicked and my hands broke free of these bonds that held me in place, I flex my sore wrist and tried to make out my saviour in the darkness and I saw nothing. 
'Too your right in the top of the room there is a secret button in the brickwork press it to release the catch on the passage!' My new ally squeaked. 
 
 I did as instructed and felt for any lose brick on the wall and sure enough one pushed in, I heard a click and a crunch making out an small amount of light entering the room giving me fresh hope in a world were my life nearly ended. 
 
 I was I instructed to crawl through and I found my self nearly blinded my the summer sun just outside a forts wall were I had been but my saviour was nowhere to be found. I called out softly and heard a squeak from my ankle, looking down I saw a squirrel and the squirrel said,'sir we need to get out of here before they see you are out it may already be to late.' 
 We then ran through the forests for days and nights. 
 
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 On our third day of travel I had got aquatinted with my squirrel friend and he had told me of the great tale of the squirrel king and his wicked enemy's who had kidnapped me under the pretence that the squirrel king had the debt of his life to me, the evil cats. 
 
 But how did the king have great debt to me if I did n't even know of intelligent squirrel one week before? You may ask, well let me tell you. 
 
 The year before on an cold December morning, while I was driving to the work, the squirrel king was making his way to the battle of battles against the evil cats when I had driven down the lane this battle was held in, seeing the squirrel I swerved to the left hitting the queen of cats instead. 
 
 For this the king who nearly list owes me his life and the cats well they are thirst for sweet vengeance on my very soul.
