33 runners headed out into the 21st hour.
it was a grim march of zombies
straight out of your worst nightmares.

everyone seems to have the same focus.
try to stay warm.
and count down the hours until sunrise.

this yard and two more in complete darkness.
then the coldest yard,
but with sunrise waiting at the end.

the runners hell,
everyone in camp who is not getting to sleep the night away
is counting the same hours
with the same anticipation.