On your stomach, an ear piece sits. It looks a wee bit small, but some how you manage to put it on.
“Gud ‘ornin’! Names Jamie, and th’ lads and I are gonna help ya outta this shite hole.” Comes a rather boisterous and young Scottish accent.
“Th’ gov’s don’t wanna see ya lads out, but th’ Lass Cindy and a lad named Isaac are gonna help. As a now, I’m in control of all cameras in th’ facility, but guards, fuckin’ twats they are, are still on patrol.” Jamie continues.
“So, th’ othars and mie self have granted ya a five steep plan. First, outside yar rum is a bin full of six meter long bandages. Dey will provide as cloth while ya escape. Second, yar gonna have to sneak through the three experiments chambars. Eye can guide ya der, but Eye can tell ya dat ya shouldn’t touch nothin’ in the First chamber, less ya turn into a horrid abomination.” He rambles, his accent getting thicker as he speaks.
“Th’ next two are relatively harmless, ‘it packed with wankars. Ya got ta avoid em. Cindy is in da third, and ‘ill help ya through da door. Third steep is ta meet up with a man named William. ‘e be in a similar situation as ya. Th’ Fourth is to get to the outa doorway, clearly ‘arked by da exit signs. Fifth is to sneak inta the big ‘ruck with a rubbish bin symbol on it. Dats ya escape ‘ruck. Three othars are ‘ere all ready... one more afta ya. Isaac is da driva, trust ‘im ‘ith my life. He’ll get ya out. Dats it, don’t get caught.” The war piece beeps, and shuts off, Jamie’s thick Scottish accent now gone from your vixen ears.
Outside your door, a large bin filled with gauze is next to a large door with an exit sign. You grab some, and tie seven bandages around you. Two around your crotch as underwear that doesn’t restrict your tail, three bandaged act as cover for your bosom, and the other four are wrapped as gloves and socks around your hands and paws.
You turn to the door and push your way through. There you...