Prison Breakout

About a week has passed since the Freddy incident. Freddy hasn’t been much of a bother anyway, for some reason. He’s been going in and out with the two guards who escort him to his anger management classes each day. You call the tall, muscular guard, Mr. Macho, and the other guard, Mr. Chubs. No one knows these nicknames but you. You don’t have many friends here at this prison, because being social was never a strong suit you had. It’s ok though, because you’re used to being alone. You like being alone, and that’s why you want to get out of prison.
“Darrell,” Mr. Macho says, “I’ve recieved news that you’re meeting with Warden Clark now, so you must go.”
The cell opens, escaping the scrap of freedom you have.