1860, Monday midnight December    Yet another body crashed onto the cold concrete floor with blood oozing out. He ran without turning back. Just four miles away.   Silence.    The tension in the dark alley was getting thicker and thicker, condensing like cold butter. He was dripping wet from running through the summer rainstorms but this was his only chance to escape and survive. Making another sharp turn around the bend, he jumped over the wall and hid behind the pile of dead bodies. Using his hand to muffle his panting, he proceeded to hide deeper into the pile of bodies.   " Pit Pat Pit."    The sound of the metallic footsteps bounced against the grimy walls." You can run, but you can't hide.." the whisper echoed through the endless ally sending chills through his spine. He shivered. The coldness of the night was biting into his skin. No doubt the torture he went through had taken a toll on him turning him into a sickly green glass.   "Pit Pat Pit Pat Pit."    He stared wildly through the gaps, breathing coming in quick, scared pants. He swallowed and crawled to the other direction from the soldier. Creeping up slowly before he made his dash to the next alley to get closer to the back gates. His chance to be freed was so close yet so far, he decided to hide behind yet another pile of bodies. Just three miles away now.   This was the second silence in the night - he winced,the uncertainty heightened and he knew his ears were not