Monday, 19 April 2010

tuesday. twenty to midnight. 7th floor.

Boyce had gone to get some beans more than four hours ago.
As he pushed the door open, Trevin was overcome with the
reality of his fear ... there he lay, his husband and best friend.
By the beans.
Beside the beans I mean, not by the beans.
By the beans.
..... the 7th floor had struck again.

hamstropolis prisoner

by aBowman