Dawn. South London. After creeping into the dark, cold interiors of Cane Hill under the cover
of darkness, Marlon and his two companions were ready to explore the interiors.
Getting inside was only half the battle. Security regularly patrolled the ruined corridors so it
was a matter of moving cautiously, silently and keeping wits about you at all times. The sound of
dogs barking in the distance was a constant companion and reminder.
The blasted remains of Administration now sported two additional fences. Whilst the
building looked stable, huge cracks spread through the mortar, the back wall had been blown out
and all the floors had collapsed.
