Asylum Break: Counting the Seconds-Part 1 (Violence/gore) (forced)
Darkness was falling outside a milky pane of glass with wire mesh running through it. The effect on the inside of the window was a gloom as sterile as the rest of its environs. Low tones, under breath, scratched in the silence.
“6298…6299…”
STONEBRIDGE STATE HOSPITAL
845 PM
A short, heavily built man accompanied a tiny slip of a woman down a long corridor, a solid slab of linoleum a pale, sickly, State-approved shade of green. Their steps echoed on the floor, pealed off the walls. The woman pushed a cart. Med pass.
“6833…6834…”
They had been working towards the far end of the corridor by unspoken agreement. They went back and forth between the cells across from each other, 001B to 002B. Ray touched the sensor pad with his keycard. The heavy solid door slid back into the wall with a uniform beep. Michelle chose the correct cup from the lines of prepared doses. Ray went first. She followed with the pills and a small cup of water. 012B. 013B.
“6921…6922…”