As I was walking back up to Michael’s room, I noticed that two other guards were talking to him. I picked up my pace a bit and I could feel the trigger of the rifle that I took from the guard rub against my finger. The thought of shooting these two crossed my mind, but I wanted to try to avoid any unnecessary attention if at all possible.

But if I had to KILL those two men in order for my family to survive, then I will put them both down without a second thought.

I walked up to them, and I realized that they were only talking—one of them made a crack about "How long does it take to crap?" For a moment I was lost, then Michael explained that those two men were the relief duty and he told them I had gone off to use the head.

I went along with it. It was obvious that they thought we were the other guards. We talked with the men for a bit, so as not to cause any suspicion toward us. Michael grabbed my shoulder and said we needed to let these guys get to work. As we started to walk away, I turned back to the men to tell them not to disturb the people in the rooms, that they had been up late.

The guards responded with another joke, and we all laughed as if it was funny and continued to walk away until we were completely out of their sight.

To be continued...