The gates are open so he has to make this his opportunity to escape. But he hesitates, why would he hesitate? He hasn't seen through the mist in months and maybe that's what frightens him. He takes another quick look to his left and to his right. Chaos is all he can see, men and women fighting each other to make it to freedom. They have been encamped here for such a long time, this horrid place has become their home. But some of the men and women have begun to make it to and even through the unmanned gates and yet he still hesitates.

Is he waiting for someone in particular? It certainly doesn't look like it. A man covered in mud and blood calls out. 'What are you waiting for you bloody idiot, run as fast as you can before they close the gates again.' The blood covered man was correct as other men in black uniforms are indeed making their way to the controls to force the gates closed once more.

Still though all this man can do is stare at the open gates to freedom and yet something about it is stopping him from leaving. As all he could do is stare he suddenly felt a hard whack on the back of his head and his legs could no longer hold his weight and he hit the floor hard and lost all consciousness.