JOJO POV
11:41 AM
The suit itched.
It smelled like sweat and blood and something colder…like metal and darkness.
The mask was suffocating, I could feel every bead of sweat sliding down my face beneath it. I could barely breathe inside the mask, but I couldn't take it off. Not even for a second. One glance from a camera or a stray guard and I was done.
Dead.
Even the uniform was slightly too big on me.
Don't run. Don't rush. Don't act like you're scared..
I moved down the sterile hallway with stiff arms, copying the posture of the other guards I'd seen. Back straight, arms tight, gaze ahead.
I'd memorized then from watching the masked guards over the last few weeks.
One hand by my side. The other holding the tranquilizer rifle. Don't swing your arms. Don't turn your head. Don't flinch.
That's how they walk. Like machines.
