Escape From Warsaw Book Novels & Stories

I told them. We waited anxiously for the night of our escape. I packed the food and supplies we had gathered, my heart racing with anticipation. Miss Mandy and Naki checked the guards' rotation schedule, ensuring we timed our departure perfectly. As the designated night arrived, we moved stealthily through the darkened corridors. Nova guided us, her keen senses alert for any signs of detection. We reached the perimeter fence, and I felt a surge of excitement mixed with fear. Miss Mandy took point, expertly disabling the security cameras. Naki created a diversion, drawing the guards away from our escape route. I followed closely, my swollen feet aching as we sprinted toward freedom.

“It’s not real. We never stole the real book. When Dad was nearly at war, he created this as a peace offering. It never came to that.” “Well, I hope this can convince them,” I said, clutching the decoy book. My heart ached at the thought of seeking refuge in false hope, but it was all I had. “Be careful, pipsqueak,” Sarge whispered as I moved toward the door. Offering him a faint smile, I slipped out quietly. Sneaking back through the halls, I focused on my mission, the book heavy in my hands. Just as I rounded a corner, I nearly collided with someone.

"And right now, being invisible is the only way we stay alive." --- ### The Exodus We left the Capital that evening. We didn't take gold or silk. We took seeds, blankets, and every scrap of history we could carry. Thousands of wolves marched in a silent line, leaving the "Modern World" behind and heading into the wilderness. I looked back one last time. The Capital, the city of my birth and my pain, was a dark silhouette against the bleeding moons. The black wall was a ruin. But as the last of our line crossed the mountain pass, a small, red light blinked on the horizon.