Thursday, 8 November 2007
Shambala, page 9
The security were upon you. You had to act fast! You turn a sharp corner giving you a few seconds to make a decision, to the left there is a well lit corridor leading to a busy sounding room and to the right, a dark silent corridor that you may beable to find a place to hide. Your almost out of energy every last breath counts. The thick insence smoke seems to be strangely disorientating; the sweet smell made sickening. You stop at the fork, gasping for breath. The footsteps are crashing down behind you. You know the brutal chinese guardsmen will show no mercy. Its time to make your decision.