hellingly | the gt hine lock-in

Inside we were navigating the corridors. The heavy fluorescent light fittings had brought themselves down, crashing to the ground in huge loops, pulling huge chunks of plaster and ceiling down with them.

Again the nervousness of walking down these endless corridors started. Anyone could see you from long away. It would then be difficult to run, or hide. And I started to realise that I had absolutely no idea where we were. If we had to get out fast, where would we run to?