hellingly | the gt hine lock-in

The security guard reached the hole in the fence and fished out the plastic cable tie. He removed the old metal ribbon and discarded it. The sky started to turn black, the wind roared up the hill, and the first spots of rain started.

Smorgy moved to some bushes and watched with horror. Our escape route was being barred. She thought about the phone again and decided against it. Who knows where we were? Or if we were hiding?