Failed Success

My body is tired, and so is my mind.

I was so close but yet so far away.

At some point, some time ago, I snuck out after a supervisor and was ready to flee.

I was sitting in the hallway, tired and very loopy, I could see the room turning right before my eyes and as I stood up I managed to see a supervisor walking out of a station with a body bag on a wheeled bed, and that was my moment.

Everyone knew what those meant, and I had managed to observe previously how the bodies were disposed of. Part of the process at least, I saw them wheel the cadavers out and take them somewhere.

I followed the supervisor, slightly far behind, I kept my distance and the dumb bastard had forgotten to close the door after him.

I was ready to leave it all behind, my naked feet stood on the cold, still slightly icy dirt, and I took a really deep breath.