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psychiatric unit, he was being observed at. Mark had not spoken since the day that they had taken him from Ghostly
t in the asylum. As he entered he slipped into a white cloak covering his dark clothing. A badge on the left acquiring a name that was not his, .a clipboard in his left hand. He look
ity card for access to the different levels. The doo
oked up
fuck have you d
that
ll
humour aint c
e getting you
. Took you
le. Had to make them, th
s you
me
going to get
slip
ll sto
at Mark. 'So yo
.' He said pulling hi
pped out into the corridor, J
d down the
upposed to be o
d slicing his abd
through the blood fest as Joe and M
ai's out of his cloak slicing
you've sti
quickest way
re the ba
t down the corridor t
re you doin
ace ripping the flesh open. They fell to the hard surface; Joe
ress
on let
e blood pooling the
e back door w
ly thought o
k door. 'Come on t
to the open top BMW. The roof closed as he turned the key. Whe
you not t
tly H
abou
se that slipped away
that's
ch much
going to pul
at she works at ou
that she'll
ore can I say.' He sa