deep story nr. 120 l the escape l by Mark Tarmonea

The escape is part of the breathtaking narrative by our guest
author Simon Ruckers, who describes his vision of the future from
several perspectives through different narrative threads. We are
excited to see how he will bring the individual threads together
into one big picture. Musically, this pursuit through the streets
is accompanied by producer and vocal talent Mark Tarmonea. He
manages in his unique way to reflect the different emotional
states of the protagonist in this deep story.


Run. The scream echoes between the prefabricated buildings from
the previous century. Run... Damn it! Run, run, run... But I run
immediately at the first shout. I skid around a corner of the
building, throwing the two packets of Neuroloox behind a pile of
a few stinking bags of garbage. Shit...there are two more cops up
ahead. I see Kasim and Hilde running some distance away. Again
Eris calls from the rooftops: Run! Samuel... The echo of his
voice vibrates along the rough concrete. Damn, I'm running
already. At lightning speed, as fast as I can. I'm running like
the devil is chasing me. If they catch me, it's my turn. Lately,
no mercy has been shown. A rock hits the asphalt behind me. That
should make the cops hesitate. Eris we have several piles of
stones on the roof at our disposal. We placed them in the most
sensible places. A gunshot rips the spring air. Shit, I didn't
expect that. The cops seem really pissed off. Again Eris throws a
rock from the skyscraper roof. It achieves the intended effect.
The cops take cover. This is my chance. My pulse hammers through
my hot body. I hear shouting... Freeze! Now! Another shot. The
bullet slams into the wall of the house somewhere to my right.
Panic climbs up in my chest. I feel it coming clear as day. I
know her. I know them so well. They are really aiming at me. My
legs are getting weak. Another stone falls from the sky... I have
to reach the door. I reach it, jump ten steps at a time into the
depth, pull a second door shut behind me. It falls thunderously
into the lock. That will stop it for a few seconds. A thousand
times we have planned our escape routes. I know every inch. And
this is my only chance.