Quick info: this story is a direct sequel to my automated asylum story, so you will be completely lost on what is happening if you didn’t read it.
Enough was enough for Mary. She had been in that asylum for God knows how long, and she needed to get out. The lack of movement made her arms much slimmer than before, giving her some wiggle room in her sleeves, but she would need a lot of time to slither them out of her jacket. She therefore needed another plan. She had asked Judy for help, since she knew all the corridors of the Sanctuary Gardens. And despite telling her that her plan was folly, Judy did help, telling her the way from Mary
It would’ve been a bit too obvious to place the cell door at the end of a long hallway. Blueprints had originally called for heavy doors and extra security along the hallway - tripwires, security cameras, sensors, and more. They had been all thrown out. There was no need for such excessive force. Such measures merely enticed a breakout and added mystique.
Cell Zero was hidden in plain sight. It had no label and only a simple nine-digit keypad for entry. As an alternative, an ordinary metal key would do the trick. There was no need for obscene defensive measures when the cell could’ve been mistaken for a broom closet.
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