The walls… they’re alive aren’t they?Breathing in every shot fired, every siren’s scream. This place isn’t like the open fields. Here, angles multiply. too many eyes buried in the bricks. Watching. Always WATCHING. Tonight, the blocks are silent. Too silent. Death’s waiting… down by the tracks. Always on the wrong side. Earlier, I saw a prospect. Blue coat. Eyes—big, green, curious. You wouldn’t think they could sneak in, but they do. The tell-tales... like an invisible cloak. They think we’r...

The walls… they’re alive aren’t they?Breathing in every shot fired, every siren’s scream. This place isn’t like the open fields. Here, angles multiply. too many eyes buried in the bricks. Watching. Always WATCHING. Tonight, the blocks are silent. Too silent. Death’s waiting… down by the tracks. Always on the wrong side. Earlier, I saw a prospect. Blue coat. Eyes—big, green, curious. You wouldn’t think they could sneak in, but they do. The tell-tales... like an invisible cloak. They think we’r...