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chapter 3

I walked up to the iron poles. Took one in my left hand and one in my right.
Taking in a deep breath, on the exhail I pushed the poles away from one another. But to my dismay they wouldn't budge even the tinyest fraction of a degree.
Disgrundled and annoyed i steped back and sat on the cold, hard, cement floor
"Im not going to get out of here am I?" I asked myself with a sigh.
Laying down with my back pressed aginst the floor I closed my eyes. Ready to give in and give up.
Why can't those poles move! Was all that i screamed at myself.
Suddenly there was a loud sound of protesting medal. The sound was close to the sound of nails on a chalkbord. Such a horrable sound, I would almost bet my ears were going to bleed.
The shreaks of the metal came to and abrupt hault. All except the light tinkling of rust falling to the cement floor.
I opened my eyes and sat up with a wondering mind. To my surprise right in front of me, the iron poles where now bowed outword. Almost as if something pulled them apart...
Standing up, i didn't take my eyes off the bowed poles. To look a bit closer, I steped up to the poles once again
Thinking this was an illution I pressed my fingers to one of the bowed poles. Just to make sure i wasn't imagining things.
The metal was rough and flakey from years of neglect. There was a light coat of rust that just about covered the entire length of the poles. Even with these small imperfections the poles where as strong as they had been the day they were put in. Both poles where like this.
So they were real and this can be my only exit out of this horrid cell.
Takeing a hesitant step through the bowed poles. I half expected them to snap close around me just to trap me. But they didn't. So taking advantage of this experiance, I shimmied the rest of the way out, and free of the cell.
Now that im out of the cell though, how will i get out of the room?
Serching my surroundings quickly, I spotted a small pet door at the far right corrnor of the room. From here it looked to be about 3ft by 3ft of an opening, covered in a thick slab of tough plastic.
The pet door was out of place. There was no apparent reason why there would need to be a pet door in the middle of the stone brick wall.
Being cautions to make as lettle noise as possiable, I walked over to the pet door. Squating down onto my hands and knee, I lifted the slab of plastic that covered the opening, to see what was on the other side.
Not able to get a clear veiw of the other side, all i noted was the faint smells of something that was far to sweet to belong to a place like this. Then again anything might just smell sweet to me at this point, because ive been stuck in this cell with a sick musty smell that saturates every surface in here.
Semi laying down onto my stomech I put my upper body through the opening. Luckly im not a big person so this was easy. Propping myself up on my hands, I pulled my lower half through the rest of the way.
Once on the other side of the opening I stood up, brushing my slothes off. Then, looking up I took in a whole new sceane. Which was nothing
like i had ever seen before.