Prison Breakout
Freddy does not move. His mouth, still hanging open, begins to make the growling sound sound rapid-like. You then slowly lock eyes with the red haired teenager, and slowly put the papers under the bed. Maybe if this works on dogs it could work on Freddy, you think to yourself. Then has soon as the flesh from your hand is exposed, Freddy attacks. Like a terrier jumping for a frisbee, Freddy was going for his prey. He clamps down hard on your hand as ruby red blood spills from your wrist.
You know he’s probably bit a major vein, so you begin to yell, “Help!”
It is too late because Freddy refuses to let go completely. A tear runs down your face. You know this is the end. It’s ok though, because Freddy will never leave jail now for the rest of his life. As for you, you die a slow and painful death. The guards try to help, but they are sadly and simply just too late.
GAME OVER!
You know he’s probably bit a major vein, so you begin to yell, “Help!”
It is too late because Freddy refuses to let go completely. A tear runs down your face. You know this is the end. It’s ok though, because Freddy will never leave jail now for the rest of his life. As for you, you die a slow and painful death. The guards try to help, but they are sadly and simply just too late.
GAME OVER!