"We'll need to plan this right," said Victor. "For one thing, we're going to hold off on having sex for a while. I've heard plenty of stories involving such stories where, after the female does become pregnant, the male dies. I want to live for a while yet."
Valerie chuckled. "Alright. We can hold off on that."
"In the morning, we need to talk to John," said Victor. "He's been planning his Grande Escape for years - everyone knows of this. We need to know what's holding it up. Maybe we can figure out how to implement it."
"Good idea," said Valerie. "He's already done the hard work. We can make use of it."
Victor smiled. "It would be good to be free."
"I'll talk to him," said Valerie. "The Wolves might get suspicious if both of us talked to him."
Victor nodded. "Alright."
The next day, Valerie walked over to John's room, and knocked on it.
"Who is it?" John asked.
"Valerie 5361," said Valerie.
"Enter."
The door unlocked.
Valerie opened the door, and entered. She saw the captured feral looking at a photo that was an aerial view of the farm.
"Planning your Grand Escape?" she asked.
"No, trying to figure out how rustlers would want to break in," said John. He looked at her. "What do you want to know?"
"I want to know how to escape," said Valerie.
"You can't escape," said John. "Victor can't escape. No one livestock human can escape."
"What do you mean?" Valerie asked.
"No one human can escape," said John. "It's a danger to the herd, meaning that I'd have to stop it, and I am the one thing that can stop any escape, because that's what Robert has done to me - I can't stop myself from stopping another from escaping."
"I see," said Valerie. "You prevent escapes because you have to, not because you want to."
John nodded. "But, I have found a way, a way that even I cannot stop, but the entire herd must be in on the escape, and, just as importantly, every one needs to have the skills needed to survive out there, beyond the fences, without any help from the Wolfes."
He pointed at the photo. "Wolfes allow the herd a certain amount of free-ranging past the fence - stay on their property, and we're good. Certain skills can be taught - hunting, fishing, foraging, making fire, and a few others. Real trick will be making them willing to kill - if you get squeamish trying to kill a fish for food, how will you kill something more dangerous, like a bear, vampire, werewolf, or, most tricky of all, another human? When it comes to Kill or Be Killed, you can't afford to hesitate."
Valerie gulped. "Understood."
"That being said, not all will be able to escape," said John. "Some must die, for the rest to live."
"What do you mean?" Valerie asked.
"Big Meal Day," said John. "That's the day for the escape to be on. Hundred plus pounds worth of C-Grade human meat apiece, slows the Wolfes down - they're more inclined to nap than to run."
"Does the escape have to be on a Big Meal Day?" Valerie asked. "Does human have to be the meal?"
"I don't see them eating an entire deer, or sheep, normally," said John. "Still, hundred plus pounds of any meat in one sitting would do the trick. However, there's not the big thing that makes the plan work - if they can be tired enough to sleep, and stay asleep, the herd could walk out without any bother."
"How does that part work?" Valerie asked.
John glanced over at something, before looking back at her. "I can't share it with you."
Valerie looked over at where John had looked, the food dispenser. She looked back at John and nodded. Long-term livestock tended to figure out where the cameras and microphones were, after a while. The food dispenser in most rooms was the source of the camera, as it let one see everything, except for the toilet, although the microphone could hear everything.
"What do you think our chances are?" she asked.
"Once the skills are taught, and everyone is behind it, there will be no way to stop it," said John. "Just remember, the greatest roadblock to any escape, is me. If enough are escaping, nothing could stop it."