Solitary: Escape from Furnace 2
Alexander Gordon Smith
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Alex tried to escape.
He had a perfect plan.
He was almost free. Even felt the cool, clean air on his face.
Then the dogs came.
Now he's locked in a place so gruesome―so hellish―that escape doesn't even matter.
He just wants to survive.
starved of reference to the things I once took for granted. Sure, I still knew what ducks and daffodils and dragonflies were, but it took me a while to dredge up the images and sounds and smells and thoughts that went with the words. And sometimes I just couldn’t manage it. I’d lost the memory completely, I’d never get it back. Zee hadn’t replied, and I wondered if he was thinking about Donovan. The very mention of his name had sparked the hallucinations again. Patches of white vapor no more
least.” “Just weeks for me,” said Ozzie. “Feels longer though. Glad you’re here. You know a way out?” I shook my head and, sensing my discomfort, Simon slapped me on the shoulder. “Not yet he doesn’t, but I know exactly where to start.” THE STEEPLE OZZIE CAME WITH US as we crossed the cave, exiting through a narrow cleft at the back. Pete did his best, but he had barely taken a couple of paces on his wasted legs before they crumpled. “Damn them,” he said with another forced laugh as he
lay the access to the warden’s quarters. The phone was ringing from that direction, the same place where I’d sensed something wrong before, where I thought I’d seen … what? A cloud of something, something bad. Simon had bounded ahead, skidding to a halt only when he noticed I wasn’t with him. “Come on!” he hissed. But I couldn’t move. The phone was like an invisible hook that kept me in place, that tugged on my mind, threatening to reel me in. Every time it rang the corridor seemed to grow
point this out when the noise came again, and the way it dropped screeching from the very darkness I was looking at made it clear where it was coming from. “Find another way,” said Gary, his voice dead. “There is no—” I started, but before I could finish, his hands had left my overalls and were around my neck. He swiveled, twisting his body and mine until I was scrabbling for purchase on the lip of the ledge. I could feel the cold air of the river below me, like an icy tongue trying to pull me
Gran had left her, gently stroking the scarred and crumpled photos inside. I guess I don’t really need to tell you what I did. But I’m going to anyway. I need to. I waited till she was asleep one night, ten days or so after Gran had been buried. Then I sneaked into her room and pried that locket from her hand. Ten quid. Ten lousy quid is what I got for it. A handful of dirty coins for the only thing my mom had left of her mom. I watched the man I’d sold it to rip the photos out from inside and