hellingly | the gt hine lock-in

The security officer checked his watch. Itd soon be time to walk his round again; around and around the derelict asylum, watching it get more smashed, watching it get more dilapidated, watching it collapse. At least today was slightly different; the runners had brought some variation to the endless anticlockwise cycles, as they ran in their clockwise cycle.

He searched through the office and found what he was looking for. Finding a roll of heavy duty plastic tie, hed secure the hole in the fence for good.