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The tribal nodded.

He led them up the stairs of the cell block. Instead of jeering inmates the sound was that of denizens of this society chatting amicably with eachother. Some of them following Randall and Martha for a moment, not recognising the two.

They were up on the fourth floor right now, from here there was a little staircase to the roof.

The roof was a flat affaire with old ventilator shafts emptying out as well. The guard towers were connected to the walls surrounding the building.

Lightswitch quickly hid between some ventilator shafts to avoid being spotted, he beckoned Martha and Randall to follow.