Next to me is whatever had fallen from my hand earlier a while ago; a key card. Did I just get lucky out of coincidence, or is it a purposeful blessing cos I can’t define the possibility of having such key to freedom at an exact time when there’s a gunshot.

What sort of grace is that? It’s like someone told these guys to save me, like a sort of divinity ploughing the fields for my good.

The opportunity won’t come twice. So, I quickly grab the key card. and, finally, my motivation rushes ...