[ WP ] A P.O.W hears explosions from outside his cell block , one of the enemy guards opens his cell , hands him a pistol and says `` We 're getting out of here '' . Write what happens next .

Tobias did n't have time to see the guard's face, he had thrown him the gun from the cell door and ran up the spiral stairs. Tobias, not wasting anytime, followed as quickly as he could, six weeks of starvation and no exercise took the speed out of his step, but the adrenaline fueled him. He took the stairs two at a time, using the handrail to propel his body forward and up, forward and up. How far down was I? he thought, slowing his steps to one at a time now. The staircase went on and on. He was tired, his legs were positively shaking, sweat poured from his forehead. After a while he tripped and fell forward, hitting the stairs with the shoulder of the arm that he was carrying the pistol with. Gasping, he called out, `` Where are you? ``, but got no response. 
 
 Tobias lay there for a moment, catching his breath, and wondered what would happen to him when he got to the top. He wondered which guard it was that had saved him, for all had been so cruel to him in captivity. If one was working for Frank as well, why had n't he cut him any slack? A slice of bacon here or there, or an extra scoop of rice, a wink, a knowing glance, something. He racked his memory, searching for any overlooked sign of camaraderie, perhaps one had kicked his ribs with a little less force than the others? The thought made Tobias laugh- grunt was more accurate. He saw a speck of dirt move as the air escaped his mouth, and it filled him with desperate hope. He propped himself up on his elbows, then, grasping the hand rail once again, he rose to his feet. 
 
 That was when he heard the second explosion. 
 
 Tobias jumped in his skin. The sound came from under him, and shook his feet. He stood still for a moment, his tongue moving idly in his mouth. He looked down, then looked up, and started climbing again. He gritted his teeth as the weakness in his thighs begged him to rest. He knew he could not stop moving till he had reached the top. He tried gauging the air pressure to get a sense of how close to sea level he was, but no matter how much he climbed, it felt the same. There was no way of knowing. Eventually his calves joined his thighs in protest, but higher still he climbed. 
 
 He heard a third explosion, louder. 
 
 This time he felt hot air rush by him from behind. He stopped moving and leaned on the wall. How long had he been climbing now? It felt like hours, but he knew that was unlikely. He knew he was just tired, and thirsty and scared. Where the hell did the guard go? Tobias gathered up all the energy he could muster, and roared from his diaphragm: `` HELLO!'' 
 
 Nothing. 
 
 He sat down and began to cry. Another explosion went off, close enough to make his ears ring. He yelled again, tears streaming down his cheeks. `` Hello hello someone please hello! Where are you, guy? Where did you go? Frank? Frank help me please Frank!'' His voice became a wail, which crescendo'd into a deafening `` BOOM'' which shook Tobias to his gut. He whimpered, looking at the gun in his hand. He looked up, then back at the gun. He sighed. 
 
 Tobias made an explosion for himself. 
 
 At the bottom, Frank sat with a stopwatch. Five men dressed as guards sulked in the corner, pulling wads of cash from bags and counting them. The rest of the guards were sitting near Frank, watching the stair case, listening to the thud-thud-thuding. 
 
 `` Here goes my month's paycheck, goddamnit.'' said one of the men pulling out cash. `` He was so close, so... so close.''
