5: Fryerbank
“Have you ever noticed how uninspired this city is? Same ten buildings, arranged in the same grid pattern, block after block after bloody block,” Gabby said, looking at their map of Fryerbank.
“This hadn’t occurred to you before?” Cat raised an eyebrow.
They were stood outside the Doutch Museum. Someone had told them the amusingly named museum was the suburb’s highlight. Neither of them were amused. Still, they had visited Fryerbank. All that remained was to find the quickest and safest route out.
Gabby shrugged.
“Well I mean yeah. But fuck me. This place really brings it home, doesn’t it?”










