A Fortress Deteriorating
The task of crafting covert tunnels and clandestine holes within the prison’s foundation felt less daunting, given that Alcatraz herself was gradually succumbing to the ravages of time. Decades of relentless saltwater exposure had waged a silent war, mercilessly corroding the pipes. Constant leaks, akin to persistent invaders, steadily eroded the fortress-like walls, transforming them into a canvas of decay and disrepair.
As the daring prison break was being meticulously orchestrated, the once formidable penitentiary was showing signs of decay and neglect. The relentless assault of salt water had waged a war on the foundation’s cement, gradually eroding its once steadfast strength. The prison, once a fortress, was now an aging, vulnerable beast, aching under the burden of time and the relentless, corrosive caress of the sea.