Getting to Blackthorne’s office had proven easier than expected. The asylum was empty. There wasn’t a soul to be found. Still, Bartleby ducked behind every corner, peeked out before he entered any hallway. As he neared Blackthorne’s office, he could hear screaming from outside. He turned to look out of a nearby window.
Someone had opened the front doors of the asylum, letting all of the inmates out. They were running wild in the tall grass outside. They wouldn’t make it far. The ScareCrows leapt from their perches along the outer asylum walls and bore down on the escapees, quickly subduing them. It was mass pandemonium outside as the inmates screeched in terror, desperately trying to get past the Scarecrows. You don’t get past the Scarecrows. Read the rest of this entry »