I stepped quietly through the hallways of the hospital. I approached what was supposed to be the door this "Leonard" guy was behind. Funny thing was, I didn't remember there being a door at the end of the hallway the first time I explored the second floor. Oh, well. I had to speak with Leonard, he had something I might need. I opened the door to reveal a long hallway. How could this be? I thought. I stepped inside and walked down the long corridors through a series of opening and closing gates.
Once I was back in the hospital, or whatever sick version of Brookhaven had replaced it, I kept wondering about. Who knows what could have changed around, and I was still in search of Leonard. I walked into a room that had a row of lockers. All of a sudden, there was ringing coming from one of the lockers. I cautiously tiptoed towards the second to last locker. I found the source of the ringing when I opened it, which happened to be a pay phone shoved in there. Nothing should really surprise me anymore after what I've been through, but somehow I still found myself baffled at the weirdness of this place. I talked to someone on the phone who mistakenly thought it was my birthday. One thing caught my attention: they said that my "beloved" Stanley was dead. Not that I cared. The notes and doll that he left were unsettling and didn't help with my psyche as I dealt with this hell hole. Whatever. I would never meet him, and I was glad.
I left after realizing the phone was not connected to anything. How could that call have taken place? I didn't really want to think about it too much. I was running through a long hall when I was suddenly tripped. I looked over to see one of those gross crawling creatures. Except this one seemed to be covered in blood, and definitely more vicious. I got up just for it for grab my legs even harder, pulling me to the ground with a ground-shaking thud. "Shit!" I exclaimed, I tried to pull myself up, but the monster crawled over me. "Fuck off!" I yelled at it, though I doubt that it could understand me. I scrambled to my feet and pulled out my handgun. I shot at it five times before it quit squirming. I was in pretty bad shape, but I had to catch my breath. I fumbled to pull out a health drink when I felt a sharp, spreading pain in the center of my back.
I gasped in agony and fell forward onto my hands and knees. Knowing whatever was behind me would gladly take advantage of this moment and finish me off, I scuttled forward and looked to see it was one of those damned nurses. I whipped out my gun and put my finger on the trigger, but when I pulled it all I got was a feeble click. Of course this would happen now! I hurriedly rummaged through the pockets in my vest for extra bullets. I know I had a box somewhere, but it made the situation worse that my hands were shaking. The nurse was approaching slowly, but wasn't too far away. I pulled out a single bullet and opened the gun. My hands were shaking, my breathing was ragged, and tears were now streaming down my face. I dropped the bullet, and frantically searched for another in my pocket. I knew that this might be the end of my quest for revenge. Claudia would get away with it, dammit. I'm sorry, Dad. I'm so, so sorry. The nurse raised her pipe, ready to strike the final blow. God knows what she'd do to me afterwards. Eat me, leave me to rot, drag me to that bitch Claudia. I was too weak and hysterical to do anything. If anything, I felt ashamed that is was the end. I would have rather been killed by Claudia or the stupid "god" thing she kept talking about. I'm sorry I failed you, Dad.
I heard a screech like I had never heard before. The pipe crashed to the ground before my feet. the nurse froze in agony. I looked up, stopping my sobbing. The nurse shuddered as though it was being beaten, arched its back in one final scream, and then crumpled to the ground. Standing behind it, was a tall man in tattered and bloody hospital clothing. Blood dripped from his hand that gripped an equally bloody knife. I looked up at his face which was covered with wet, dark hair. Although his hair covered most of his face, I could see into his piercing, green eyes.
"Wh- Who are you?" I stuttered out.
His eyes fluttered to the ground for the moment, like he was almost a little shy.
"My name is... Stanley Coleman."