Escape

Escape!

Prompt - Describe your ultimate escape plan (and tell us what you’re escaping from).

Well you have to be ready, don’t you? I mean you never know, you see things on the news all the time. So I have a plan, it’s all in my notebook, yes this one. I could get it published, there’s a growing trend for survival and prepping books, but then everyone would know my plans.
I have a bug out bag packed as well, all the essentials, the stuff that will get me to my shelter. Oh yes, I have a safe haven, deep in a hillside, I can’t tell you where obviously but it has everything I’ll need, and no one will find it. It’s an old nuclear bunker, and outpost originally built for 3 Royal Observer Corps volunteers to report back in the event of the bomb being dropped. Of course, the cold war was just that Cold and no bombs were ever dropped, so the ROC was decommissioned the bunkers shut and sold, most of the small ones destroyed, but this one survived. It’s basic but has what I need.
I have food enough for six months, ways of cleaning water, as well as a couple of months of water. Clean clothes, equipment and medical supplies. All under lock and key and hidden away. Even got plans for farming growing my food, seeds stored, and compost too.

I suppose you are wondering how I plan to get there, I know some have cars ready, but I figured the roads would be chocker, so I’m going to walk, after all, I know what I’m doing with a map. GPS and Sat Nav will be no use; they are not great at the best of times, are they.

So I’ve got it all planned, grab the bag, ideally at night and walk out, I’ve practised the route, so know it well. Can get to the bunker on foot in 12 hours. Then into the shelter and safety, I’ve got a vehicle and fuel of course, but it's up near the bunker, and it's well hidden.

But now when I need it most I can’t get there, can’t even reach my notepad because I’m here tied up in this basement. Alone in the damp and dark. I’ve no idea how long I’ve been here, or why he wants me. Not sure I want to know, all I do know is that you can plan, you can prepare, but then life throws a curveball.

I was sat at a bus stop on my way home from the library, always been warned about wearing headphones, didn’t hear him. Next thing I knew I was here, alone, my head hurting. My clothes gone, dressed in this gown. I can see my bag, its contents and my notepad on a table under a dim light, the only light.
I must work out how to escape; I’ve never planned for this, I don't know what to do.