I don’t know how they captured me, or how long I was held, but I know I escaped. There was a play or production upstairs from where they kept me, and someone who was captured with me but who was treated to a lower level of security and more freedoms was allowed to watch. She convinced them to let me come with.
When I say stairs, I don’t mean a vertical shaft containing stairs that
zigzag back and forth. The stair were all in a line, except for the
other hallway of stairs going back downward, making the shape of them
into an upside-down, lower-case y.
The hall/stairway was packed with people, all waiting to get in, so I
had to crawl under them. They obligingly lifted their feet, as they had
nothing against me, nor did the recognize that I was even the prisoner.
Myself, my friend, and someone she rescues made it to the top of the stairs, regrouped, and then we left.
I was at home, in the basement, with my mom and sister, when a train
went by through the rails that ran along the back end of our property.
The train was very wide, and the car tilted as necessary to allow it to
squeeze through small spaces, but there was a problem with the tinder
car.The gizmo that allowed it to expand as it passed through our
backyard wasn’t able to compact the cargo back down when the train
passed behind our neighbor’s fence, and it fell apart, the twitching
remnants setting off sparks and lighting the tinder on fire.
We had to leave the house, and I was the first one out. My mom and
sister had been sheltering me, because people wanted me back in their
prison/dungeon. The neighbor across the street worked for them but
supported me, so she hid in a tree on the west side of her front yard
with a small caliber machine gun with somewhat small clips.
As I ran across the street from the fire, she started shooting, and I
dove and dodged, hiding behind narrow trees until she emptied her clip,
then running to the next one before she brought the gun back to bear.
I ran to a neighbor’s house, where KM was being kept, hidden and
quiet, and she was pretending to be mentally damaged and challenged, in
the basement. While looking fr a place to hide, I discovered AM
hiding from me, visiting AM as a friend. I convinced her to allow me
to hide, and a found a small space to curl up in in the attached
They found KM, and while one of the men stood over her and tried to
get information out of her (which she struggled to resist and succeeded)
the rest of the men came into the warehouse to find me and started
tearing it apart.
We all got free somehow, but the details are fading too quickly now for me to write them down.