the authorities busy for days rounding them all up,' chuckled Hla.

As the cell doors slid open, the mass rush to escape didn't always happen as expected. Some inmates cowered in the furthest corner of their cells. They were rolled into balls with tatty clothes covering their heads.
'Now that is a surprise,' said Hla.

Nick rushed to the security office and flooded the whole prison with light. As the gloom lifted, so did the faces of the prisoners. A thirteen-year-old girl with self-inflicted facial tattoos kissed Nick's feet before sprinting out. A teenage boy was crying for his long-dead brother.
'Oh, he's the one who cries every hour,' said Philippa. 'Bastard keeps me awake.'
'He killed his sibling for laughing at his flip-flops,' whispered Nick in P...

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