hellingly | the gt hine lock-in
12|09|04

The familiar outline of the Water Tower, far across overgrown airing courts and a network of wards and corridors was a welcome sight. As such, it provided a moment of reprieve; Hellingly was becoming an un-nerving experience. The wind was starting to get up, and the sky was becoming overcast. The hospital began to groan and far off doors and windows started to bang and crash.