The Fugitives: There's always a plan

Forever Running?

The inmates flee through the woods speedily as the cool breeze brushed their faces. They were able to see clearly now, since the sun was just starting to rise, but not fully set.

Jones pushes branches of trees that were covered with dew as they made their way through the huge forest. His cheeks were already red as a result from the exertion, and his blue prison suit was soaked with sweat and water from the trees.

From the way they were panting, it was obvious they had been running for hours, and they didn't even stop for a moment despite there was a need to.

The prison guards didn't stop chasing them, so they had the chance of resting. They kept tracking them with the use of dogs, and dogs barking always raised an awareness of the guards' proximity to them.

They seem to be on the trail of the escaped prisoners.

“Come on! Jones,” Kenny gasped to Paul, who paused to catch his breath. He was so exhausted, but he had to keep running if he wanted to escape. He took to his feet and joined