"Mental Sanatorium?"
"Yes, that is where we're going."
We stopped at this massive mound covered in mist and coniferous trees, and it felt nothing short of a view from a horror story as we saw the dark, insane asylum nested on top of the hill covered in barbed fence and concrete.
Ahhh...Wouldn't it be fun if we somehow fecked up here and let all the mental patients lose or something, but I figure out what the worst thing that can happen, yeah is?
We went past the concrete barricades and the statue of Comrade Yosif before stopping at the roundabout. A gust of chemical-filled wind hit my face the moment we opened the door, but Woofy disregarded it and went inside the passage.
Enough says it felt like hell on earth, for there were all these crazy folks in so-called rehabilitation centres and straight jackets leering back at me the moment they caught my scent. Comrade Woofy told me to stay calm, but I doubt that guns would be enough to stop if these folks suddenly got set loose.
Going past a few chambers, we finally stopped at one fitted with steel railings. There were scratch marks everywhere, and the place reeks of wet fur.
"Very well, we enter now." Woofer said, "After you, Leon."
Really, who won't be insane in a place like this? The location is gloomy and dark, the air is stagnant, and there's dust everywhere! Oh, I was talking about this particular chamber, not the country we live in, of course.
But there she was, Violet Lycan, all gloomy and blank-faced sitting right ahead on a metal chair. There's of course, a cohort of cat officers in that usual communist olive-green and red uniform with a kat-ashnikov rifle and peaked hat that reminds me more of a giant inverted nipple than it is menacing.
But well, I'd probably get my guts all over my neck if I let that insult out..
Wooftortellini of course, stood near the metallic door with this classic rogue mercenary look on his face as I felt the cold door opening behind me.
And boy is Violet waiting for me just ahead of the conference table.
"Mr Leon..." Violet soothed, "We did it."
"My God, are you alright?"
"I...I don't know.
The door shut as the cat cohort came in, as Wooftortellini circled the table and met the two of us in front of him.
"Evening, Mr Ford...Ms Violet" Woofer said, "Shall we start?"
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Diary From The Carrot Union
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