Letter from Chief

Sunday-

I am writing this because I have just escaped from the insane institution I had been stuck in for the past 9 years. Prior to my escape, I had made one of the only friends I had ever made. His name was Randal Patrick McMurphy. For the sake of space, let's call him RPM. He was the first guy I'd ever met to stand up against the awful Nurse Ratchet and show her that she doesn't have all the power in this place. Anyways, after a string of events, the awful people gave RPM a lobotomy; one that basically made him useless. He couldn't say anything, he couldn't look me in the eye. So I decided that he'd rather be dead than be in a state like this, so I put an end to his life. You could say it's murder, which it technically is, but I'm sure he is a whole lot happier now. I used his idea of taking one of the sink stations and using it to smash through a main window in order to escape. It worked perfectly, smashing the glass and giving us a way outside. After I escaped, I scrounged up enough money for a bus ticket and I decided to go to California. Yea, it's a long ride, but I want to feel that warm sand beneath my toes. I am about halfway there, and I will write again once I arrive.

-Chief