Write a Book in a Day 2018

threateningly, before rearing the hammer back. In this moment, a red-light blinks periodically in the shiny reflection of the utensil, a foreshadowing of a danger unnoticed by the busy intruder. SMASH. With one long arc, the head of the hammer collides with the glass, showering the trespasser in sharp fragments. He neglects this, grinning in satisfaction. Rebellion has always given him a certain rush. He pivots, and turns to glare into the

next cell. SMASH . Again . SMASH Another . SMASH .

Just before he swings once more, the wild-looking inhabitant catches his eye. Instantly, he knows that - he considers their name badge - Silver is the one. With beautiful golden skin, the man is assured that he found them. Swinging down, he throws back his head and laughs. WOOP. WOOP. WOOP . His voice is drowned out by the alarms as he swears. How could he forget the alarms? Stumbling, he panics. The authorities will be here soon. Snapping his head around, he assesses the situation. The prisoners are escaping, racing to embrace their new freedom. Time is slipping through his desperate hands. Silver is gone. He curses again, turning to sprint towards the door.