[ WP ] After seven years on the run , you have been caught . They tell you that you will be eaten alive by guests at `` a great feast '' .

I awoke in the back of an armored truck with my wrists and ankles tied stripped of everything but an inscribed lion cloth. When I saw this shock went through my body, for I was bound to die like my father in `` The Great Feast'', not much was known of this hanus ritual, all we knew is that the men of our town are killed in the most brutal and dishonorable of fashions, cannibalization. 
 
 I was frozen, stuck in fear, tears rolled down my eyes as I wailed to the moon. For I have been given only 14 years upon this earth, seven of which were spent in hiding from those who participate in the feast. Those same who raided and pillaged the lands in which I was born. Those same infatuated with death and suffering whose females bear fruits of the womb, only for such fruits to be morphed into plagues. 
 
 As I was crying out to the stars I felt the truck stop then I heard doors close and the two men operating the vehicle talk to each other. I put my ear to the metal and heard their conversation faintly. 
 
 `` Man, I ca n't wait for the feast tomorrow'' 
 
 `` Yeah, but the game we got looks too short and skinny'' 
 
 `` Ehhh I like mine a little on the scrawny side, remember that one a few years ago who killed like 3 hunters, I do n't know about you but to me, their sacrifice was sure as hell not in vein.'' 
 
 I fell and cried into the floor, they were talking about my father. The man who has taught me all their is to know about life, the man who taught me the fundamentals of pride and bravery. A bravery he expressed when he fought off waves of hunters so we can safely escape to the hills. His sacrifice sha n't be downplayed like this, but I have a muzzle upon my mouth, I can not defend his honor for such shall fall upon deaf ears. 
 
 I was able to listen in once again 
 
 `` So were just gon na leave him here overnight'' 
 
 `` Yeah I guess'' 
 
 `` Oh crap, I left my machete in there'' 
 
 `` Ehhh it's too late for that, c'mon lets get to the barracks, I got ta hustle the private out of some dough'' 
 
 Immediately I ravaged the cargo hold in search of said machete and low and behold underneath a small crate I located the handle. I gingerly pushed it so the blade will show faintly from under the crate. I cut the rope from around my wrists and then untied the rope from my ankles. 
 
 I then went to the opposite side of the crate and grabbed the machete's handle and cut the lock off the truck's back door in a release of rage. 
 
 I stepped out anxiously, attempting to not make a sound, I used the truck for cover and crouched along it's body, inching my way toward the front. 
 
 I peeked my head out from the truck's facade. Crates and barrels littered the streets. Celebration lanterns were roped from between buildings. This gave the streets a dim glow of multiple colors. 
 
 I dared not to move for fear of being seen by the guards. I stood there, still and quiet, checking the windows for soldiers with ambitious eyes. 
 
 Then suddenly after what felt like a lifetime a gargantuan army truck pulled up the street. I quickly ducked my head back and waited I heard glad sounding speech, however it was unintelligible over the truck's roaring engine. I listened in closely and heard a door slam shut. 
 
 I think they left the truck running. This is my shot, if I can steal the truck and drive it to the edge of town I may have a chance to escape this hellish city. I poked my head out and saw that no one had eyes upon me. I then gathered all my strength and sprinted to the running truck. 
 
 My heart was racing partly from the sprint, partly from anxiety. I then slowly opened the passenger side door and shut it closed. I sat for a fraction of a second then I shifted over to the drivers side. I put my hands on the wheel and looked to my left. My heart ceased its rapid pace. 
 
 I then saw a fully clad guard staring at me, frozen as well. Before he made his first move I slammed my small bare foot into the gargantuan gas pedal and felt my body jerk violently back in the seat. 
 
 I was shaking, hands barely gripping on the wheel, speeding down the main thoroughfare. Then something appeared in the mirror, a small and swift vehicle, before I can get a good look I heard a loud *BOOM* and my mirror flew off its hinges. 
 
 I then screamed and I slammed my foot into the pedal until I felt the freezing metal between my toes. I ducked down until I could barely see the road through the windshield 
 
 They were shooting what seemed like millions of shots. I could barely hear until **CRSAH** the back window shattered before my eyes. Then bullets whistled by my head and through the front windshield. I could barely see through the myriad of cracks. However, I saw the rigid outline of a fork in the road and quickly jerked my arms to the right. 
 
 the gunfire ceased. I think I have lost them. **BAM** my body jerks forward, I start panicking once again. **BAM** I start whimpering, I know they're behind me, I do n't know what to do. **BAM** Through my panic and tears I then devised a plan. 
 
 I slammed both of my feet on the even larger brake pedal. I then saw them on my right and jerked my arms left slamming us into a inhabited apartment complex. Both my truck and their car were totaled. I then flipped over to the passenger's side and opened the door. I crashed into the building before the exit of town which led into a deep forest. I then ran from the scene and vaulted over the guardrail into the mysterious forest. 
 
 I live another day, however I am lost and are devoid of direction, but as a wise man once said. With life comes hope, and I hope I can be blessed with life moving forward. 

