Cage was opened. Door was lifted. Legs burst into powerful strides.
Sound was nothing. Vision was nothing.
The feeling was freedom.
He ran down the empty road in a city already evacuated.
He came to the edge, a cliff overlooking an ocean.
Planes came toward the shore. Cage stared up at them, the feeling of freedom fleeing.
But with the life left inside of him, he did not shake. He did not fear.
Cage accepted death.
For he was brought up to die.