Lucky Dog 1 translations 03 Bad Ending 06

Part 1: Prison

Chapter 3

Wanted: Preparation

We’re through preparing.  I can visualize the escape route, the way out of these walls.

It’s time to go through with the escape plan.

According to my biological clock, it’s 3AM.  I hop up from the mattress.  Time to get rolling.

All righty…

I approach the door and slip my hand through between the bars.  Lockpicks in hand, I stick them in the lock and tinker them around for a bit.

…Not even a minute goes by before the lock pops open.  As long as I have tools like these, locks don’t stand a chance.

I glide down the empty hallway.  Quietly.  Silent footsteps.

Well, you do have to consider the time of day.  The only thing I’d expect to hear is snoring from some cell down the hall.

I manage to reach Bernardo’s room, two cells down, and open his bars without anyone noticing.

Bernardo: You’ve kept me waiting, Honey.

Gian: I’m so happy you’re up, Darling.  …Let’s go.

Keeping banter down to a minimum, Bernardo and I hurry to the next destination.  With soft footsteps, we slink down the passageway and head towards the opposite row of cells facing the center.

Ivan: …Hey.

His expression’s a bit stiff.  Seems like he’s nervous.

Ivan’s the last one on this floor.  The three of us head down to the bottom floor.

On the way, we pass by a room with a prisoner sitting awake, but…

Ivan: …Make a sound and you’re dead.
Bernardo: Ciao.

…Ivan quickly threatens him and Bernardo passes on by with a shady smile.  Luckily, the man doesn’t make any loud noises.

Gian: Ivan, your footsteps are too loud.  Take off your shoes.

Ivan: Huh?  Tsk…

Looks like even Ivan knows that a single mistake can cost our lives in this situation.  He follows my order without a single protest.

We continue on quieter than before.  We safely make our way down the stairs and reach the first floor.

Luchino: Grazie.

Luchino slips through the open door.

Ivan: You take your shoes off, too.  You’re probably gonna be really loud if you don’t.

Luchino:  Huh?  Oh, right…

Giulio’s room’s over there.  I lead the way, dashing down the hall, since I have to open the lock.

Suddenly, a small scream comes from somewhere, and I feel my insides freeze.  Without turning back, I keep moving on when two voices reach my ears.

Bernardo: Please be quiet…  If we make it out safely, everyone here will receive packs of smokes by the dozen.
Luchino: Once your sentences are over, come on over to our store.  Our ladies will dust you off, head to toe.

The two of them hush the prisoners who’ve noticed our escape.  The others nearby can probably hear them, too, since both their voices were relatively loud.

I hear them without listening as I fiddle with the keyhole to Giulio’s room.

Giulio: Signor Gian…  Thank you.

Ivan: No problem!  You’re the last one.

He wasn’t talking to you, Ivan.


Giulio quickly flicks a glance at Ivan before returning his gaze to me.  He steps into the hallway without a sound.  It’s at this time Luchino and Bernardo catch up.

It’s probably because more inmates are awake than before, but there’s a lot more noise now.  Some of the prisoners are holding quiet conversations among themselves, but not a single person has raised his voice to call the guards.

Bernardo and Luchino’s offers and attempts at keeping them quiet seem to be working.

Gian: Looks like we’re all out without a hitch.

But … five grown men really doesn’t lend to the atmosphere of sneaking and creeping.

Bernardo: Where are we heading to next?

Gian: This way…

I jerk a thumb towards our destination.  We hurry as quietly as we can down the passage.

Just a little further ahead is the door leading outside.  It’s not our destination, but it is a crucial checkpoint.

I spot a pillar with a large shadow that looks big enough to hide everyone and I herd everyone there.

Gian: Stop.  Quiet.
Ivan: Huh?  We’ve gotta—
Gian: The rounds should be coming.  So says my internal clock.

I shush them with a, “Shh,” and smirk.

That’s when I hear the sound of a door clicking open.

Someone comes through the door and enters the hallway.

He starts walking in the direction opposite from where we’re hiding.  The even strides slowly quiet as he gets further away…  It’s a guard on patrol.

Just like the info said.  Thanks to that, we’d managed to get by.

Gian: Mm, just as expected.  Him being here right now means we’ve got smooth sailing ahead, as predicted.
Ivan: Should we just let him go like that?
Gian: We did roll up the blankets and set them on our beds in our place.  And, even if they do find out, we’ll still have time.
Luchino: And if one of those prisoners who saw us squeals?
Gian: Well, nothing we can do about that other than to hustle along.  …But, I feel like this’ll all work out somehow.

We set off again with even more care than before.

If Flag for Tunnel Route, go to Tunnel Route.  If Flag for Morgue Route, go to Morgue Route.

We slip through the cafeteria with quiet steps, through the cargo door, and then we’re out.

The silent, chilled air slaps me in the face.  Dawn is nearing.

Without pausing for a single breath, I gesture to the others our next destination.

We leave the housing complex and head towards our target building.

We may be outside … but we’re still behind those high, high walls.

Senses on high alert, we dash down the path connecting the various buildings together.  If we can get away from the building where all the prisoners are gathered, then the security’ll be weaker.

Finally, we reach a certain building and sneak in.

Gian: Should be here. Turn the lock back to how it was when we came in.

I direct the others to be careful not to leave any traces behind. Reassured by the lack of human presence, we hurry down the hall.

Luchino: Hey, this is…

An off-flavor stench, so faint that you don’t notice it unless you try.  When I turn back, I see Giulio’s expression soften.  It’s probably just my imagination … or most probably, it’s not.


gianprison06 Gian: This is behind where they carry out the death penalty. Should be the morgue.

Our destination was down on one side of the hall. It didn’t look like the door was locked.

Though there were only so many places it could be in the narrow building, we had a hard time finding it.

It took some time before we finally found our goal.

It’s not locked. We hurry in.


Ivan: Why’re we at the morgeeagh?!

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Lying in a row on top of a wide table are large bags filled with something.

They’re body bags.

gianprison06 Gian: Hurry and pull out what’s inside. We’ll take their places and make our way out. Normally, this place hauls out all the bodies from that week out on the Sabbath around when the food comes.

At my orders, the others buckle down and get to work.

luchiprison04 Luchino: …What do we do with these corpses? Are we just going to toss them out?
gianprison05 Gian: Hah, yeah, no. We’ve gotta hide them somewhere…

I survey the room. Do we have the time to carry them out into other rooms?


Giulio: …The lockers on the wall are ordinarily used as storage for bodies, I believe. Perhaps we could force them in there for the time being?

Gian: It’ll buy some time for us. Let’s go with that. You sure know a lo-


While we were discussing how to hide the bodies, we’d gotten completely and utterly distracted.

Suddenly, the air freezes through the open door.

Guard: Don’t move!!

The warden who’d entered turns his gun towards us. Another slips in behind him, pointing his piece at us in a magnificent hold up.

With our one retreat blocked, there was nothing we could do. Even if we launch an attack, it’d just be pointless struggling.

I mentally acknowledge that, yes, I hadn’t prepared enough. I needed more intel, needed to move faster.


Our escape had failed…


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