Accept your fate and go into the general prison population
From Create Your Own Story
Trembling with fear, you accept your fate and head towards the general prison population. You know that protective custody is only granted for certain, very specific reasons and that your request would be denied.
It's outside time. Most of the prisoners are busy playing basketball or volleyball. You shuffle through the yard, trying to make yourself as small as possible. It's only a matter of time before...
The distinctive sound of a helicopter rings through the warm air, rapidly coming closer. Prisoners look up from their games at it curiously. The guards look at the chopper, some of them speaking into their radios.
Suddenly, the helicopter fires a rocket, blowing up a nearby guard tower and killing all the guards inside. Two guards stationed just outside the yard gate open fire with their shotguns, but a woman appears in the doorway of the bird, wielding an AK-47. With deadly accuracy, she mows down the two guards, sending their corpses to the concrete full of holes. It's Annabelle!
"Paul, come on! Now! Before more of them come!" she shouts. Joy flowing through you, you begin running towards the helicopter as the pilot sets it down in the yard.
Several other inmates begin running towards the helicopter. "Hey, take us!"
Annabelle fires a single shot from her AK, killing the prisoner in the front with a BOOM. Headshot. "This ain't your ride, boys. Stay back." Now more afraid of Ana than they are of the guards, the other inmates shrink back, clearing a path for you. You leap on board and the pilot quickly takes off. Soon the prison is a tiny speck in the distance.
You give the darkly tanned beauty a tight hug. "Ana, how did you ever..."
"Oh, they put me in a medium security prison. It wasn't hard to get out. Actually, I kind of enjoyed dominating the other women in there, but it got boring after a while. Anyway, after I escaped, I made some preparations, rented this chopper, and you know the rest."
"Thank you. Thank you for coming for me."
"Well, you alerted me when that thug Stephen hired came into the office. You saved me from him getting the drop on me." You hold hands, look into each other's eyes, and smile.
About fifteen minutes later, the pilot sets the helicopter down in an empty field next to a lonely road. A car is waiting nearby. "Well, I did my job," he says. "Now where's my money?"
You recognize the look in Annabelle's dark brown eyes. It's the look that says she's about to "pay" this guy with bullets.
