October 13, 1997
Location: Blackwater's home for the criminally insane
It now begins
A sleek black car drives through the pounding rain and thunder.
It was 9pm, and but pitch black outside the windows of the car.
They were now very far from any town or city they had passed.
Logan H. Clark was on a mission however. Investigate an insane asylum that was rumoured to be doing illegal experiments on their addtion, a few photos were taken of mutilated patients, and a message regarding weapons. Now secret service agent Logan comes into the picture. The car had now come to a stop. There was this large black gate in front of them. They had made it to a kind of registration area. There was a small building attached to a wall where the concrete was built into the gate,where a security guard would usually sit inside of, allowing people in and out.
However, the security booth was empty, although the lights inside were on. The gate was wide open.
"I have a bad feeling about this." Logan told the driver.
The man had a swedish accent. "I'm just glad I don't have to go inside." "Heh, lucky you."
The car drove through the gate, up a hill, and finally the asylum was in view. It was an ominous looking place, with two large front towers. The building itself was pretty big, but he knew there was more to it. The car stops in front of the building.
"This is a far as I can go. Be careful sir." The driver said.
"Thanks, I will." Logan steps out into the moist October air.
The car drives away back down the hill.
The rain had stopped, but it was still dark. There were street lamps here and there in the front area of the asylum however.
The only sound was water dripping, and the wind blowing through the many trees surrounding the area. Logan walks up to the front double doors, and pulls the handle. Locked.
Well, there had to be another way to get up there. Then Logan noticed a scaffolding leading up to an open window. He wasted no time in climbing up the ladder next to it, and climbing into through the window. The first thought that occurred to him was that it was way too quiet. He was in what looked like a waiting room, the door was open, and there lights on. He stepped into the hall, and no one was there. He found an office, and that was also empty.
There was an open door on the left side of the hallway that he had not checked yet. Upon stepping into the doorway, his eyes were wide with shock. Two mangled corpses were lying on a blood soaked sofa. They had been torn apart as if by wild animals. Arms torn to shreds, abdomens eviscerated… he was not alone.
Logan reached into his jacket and pulled a 9mm Beretta 92f custom, With a small holographic sight on top. Logan also pulled out a black communication device. A modified radio.
"I just arrived at the insane asylum, and the place looks abandoned.
I've got two confirmed dead civilians, it looks like something was… feeding on them…"
A male voice responded back. "Agent Clark could you repeat, did you say feeding?"
"Yes, they've been disemboweled, limbs have parts missing, and I think I can see bite marks…"
"Stay on your guard, but the mission still stands."
With that, Logan continued his investigation. He kicked open the door to the bathroom, that was found in the back of the room. There was blood splattered on the mirror.
There was an open air vent big enough for him to fit inside of.
He crouched and went in. Turned on a flashlight that he had strapped to his shoulder (Note from writer: Uncharted reference)
He crawled down an incline that had begun to form.
Then he found another vent. It was closed, but loose. He kicked it once, the grate bent. He kicked it again, it broke off and slid across the floor. When Logan stepped out, he noticed the smell. It was… vile. Multiply the smell of rotting meat by seventeen. It was that bad.
Logan automatically knew what is was. More dead bodies.
He was was on the second floor, and it looked like a main area. There was a railing ahead, and below was the first floor. This floor itself was a rectangular shape with allowed a visitor to view the bottom floor. Basically, a huge staircase without the stairs.
Logan approached the railing and looked down. It was a disaster area. Blood splattered on the walls, corpses sprawled across the floor. Something really big went down here…
The floor he was on was mess too, furniture smashed, chairs lying here and there… Then he heard a footsteps coming from behind him. He whirled around and kept his gun trained on the man behind him. He was shocked. The man now in front of him was one of the corpses that he had walked passed earlier. The guy was in a tattered suit, and and was coming closer. "Stay back!"
Whatever this guy was, he was no longer human.
Logan fired one round, point blank into the his head. His head jerked back violently as blood and brain matter sprayed out the back of his head. He tumbled backwards and fell.
He examined the body. The guy definitely was infected with something. His blood vessels was showing through the skin, and they had turned black. This was showing on his face, and arms, as far as Logan could see. If there was one these things, there was definitely more.
Chapter 1-2
Logan had gone to the second floor, where he found more zombified staff. He easily picked them off with shot to the head. The more he progressed, the more destruction and death he found.
He was still in the staff area, but when he walked down one hallway, he found a set of double doors with a sign next to it:
"Male Ward." Logan takes a deep breath, and goes through the doors. Welcome to hell
There were cells for patients to the left and right sides of the hallways. The heavy doors on each were either closed, open, or had a dead body in one. However, there was noise coming from up the hall. Logan ran to it. A man wearing a bloody jumpsuit had fallen to the ground, five zombies now closing in on him. Within seconds they were on top of him, tearing into him.
"..." Logan approaches the feeding zombies and finishes them all with a shot to the head. Reloading, he continued to explore.
He found another staff area down one hallway, and opening a door revealed a large office. A large desk, some chairs, documents scattered along the floor. He checks the desk, finding fifteen 9mm rounds. There was another door connecting the office to another room. Logan went through and found a guard's office. What gave it away was the photos of the office's owner in riot gear. In the guy's desk were more 9mm ammo, and a spare pistol that Logan didn't need. Inside of a closet was a M1014 semi-auto shotgun, with buckshot shells. More firepower was exactly what he needed.
Suddenly, there was a large screeching noise coming from what looked like a loudspeaker on the wall.
"Hello, hello, can you hear me?" said a static filled voice. There was a television set hangin on the wall. It turned on on it's own. Soon after, the loudspeaker went quiet. On the tv was a man in a lab coat,
the background was dark, and there was still some static, so It was hard to make out. "I know you can hear me now. Now before we start, you can call me Watcher. Mainly because thats what I'm going to be doing from here on out."
"I have strong feeling that you know what happened here."
"At about four or five hours ago there was a virus outbreak, the source coming from underneath the asylum. So now those infected are now roaming these halls. However, if you're going to survive, you're going to need my assistance."
"And why's that?" Because, all the exits and some doors to important areas have electronic locks in case of emergency. You see, if some patients were to escape their cells, keep them in the building and send a search party to recapture them. In this case, stop these flesh eating monsters from the spreading the virus to the outside world. The power in some parts of the asylum went out during the chaos. Now, I don't know who sent you, but while you were exploring, I scanned you. I know about the PDA you're carrying on you. I sent you a map of the entire asylum, and the powered down as well powered areas are labeled on there."
Logan stood before the television with awe. This entire time he's been being watched.
"Well, seeing as I have no choice, I'll take your deal, I'll turn the power back on."
"Good man. Now, you might wanna get going…"
Following the maps instructions Logan made it to a powered down area further into the male ward. Logan turned on his flashlight as he traveled down a dark staircase. There was moaning coming from the bottom. Logan gets further down the steps when he finds the group of five zombies down there. He blows their heads apart with his shotgun. However, another zombie stumbled out of the darkness. One that he didn't see. Logan fires, and the shell tears through it's chest. The zombie was thrown backward onto the floor, and didn't move. Then things began to unfold at a very quick rate.
The zombie began to change. It began to twitch violently on the floor, and it began to shed it's skin. Blood began to squirt violently from as it did. The zombie suddenly now had short, but razor sharp claws. Now a red skinless creature stood before him.
"What the f-" Before Logan could finish, the thing tackled him. Logan's head slammed against a wall, and his shotgun fell out of his hands. Although dazed, Logan wrestled the thing, trying to keep it's slimy teeth away from his neck. THe creature had amazing strength, Logan reached to his sidearm still in his holster, put the Beretta under its chin, and unloaded all fifteen rounds into it.
The back of the thing's head practically exploded. The creature was now limp. Throwing the body off of him, and retrieving his shotgun, Logan stares at the body with revulsion.
Then he moves on.
"There is a maintenance room ahead of you, inside there is a circuit breaker, but its different then most. It has a core. It a foot long, circular, looks like one of those ceiling lights. All you have to two is insert into a slot, and the power should instantly come back on.
(Nightmare house 2 reference)
"Got it." Logan found the room, see's the circuit breaker. Lying on a blood stained table is a half devoured corpse, but in its hand was the core. "Well shit." Logan slowly approaches the body and snatches the core out its hand. He goes to the circuit breaker, and inserts the core. The lights flicker back on.
"Good job." Says Watcher over the loudspeaker.
"Now you might want to look behind you."
Logan quickly turns just as the zombie grabs him by the shoulders and tries to bite him. Logan struggles, but shoves the cadaver away.
He unslings his shotgun, and blows its head off.
Logan heart is just about ready to burst, how much more of this can he take?
Now that the power was now back on he could continue his investigation. Logan had walked out of the room, when a dark figure appeared behind him. Logan turned around ready to fight, when something hard smashed into his head. Logan crumpled to the ground. His unconscious body is dragged off.
Chapter 1-3
"Oh. You are awake. I was just about to begin. And it wouldn't be much if you were still asleep…"
Logan snaps awake, and immediately begins to fill with panic.
He was on an operating table, and his arms were bound by rope to wood planks that had been attached to the table. On a separate table was a large assortment of surgical tools.
"Now we can finally begin the operation."
The figure says, we, but there is no one else in the room.
To Logan's horror, this guy is wearing a patient's jumpsuit, but has blood drenched doctor's scrubs over it.
Holy fuck. He's an escaped patient.
The patient's face was a nightmare. He had a gaunt face, he was muscular, and had these wild bloodshot eyes. His face was covered in old scars. Logan began to pull against the ropes, trying to escape.
"Don't struggle now, you'll just make the situation worse."
Logan kept pulling at his bonds, desperate to free himself. Looking around the room he saw the mutilated corpses of other victims. Blood stained the grey tiles, walls, and ceiling. Organs and other severed appendages lie scattered across the floor.
"LET ME GO YOU PSYCHO!"
"Now that isn't a nice thing to say to a person such as myself."
The deranged surgeon took a large bloody butcher knife from the table, and began to walk over to Logan.
Logan now became aware that his jacket was gone, and he was now in his black shirt. He still had his holster but his pistol was gone.
Logan had to think fast. So my hands are tied up pretty good, but my legs… my legs aren't tied. This guy just made the worst mistake of his life. The surgeon was now close to Logan. Now he made a move. He lifted up his right leg, planting a solid kick into the insane doctor's jaw. The sudden movement caused the wooden planks he was tied to to snap. He broke both planks, with his hands still tied to them.
The doctor let out a yell, and tackled Logan. Another mistake made. Logan impaled the doctor through his neck with the sharp end of one of the planks. The doctor was dead in seconds. His jugular vein and the rest of his neck sliced open, and finally he bled to death.
(Watcher's POV)
It had been an hour since he was in contact with the agent.
He saw the patient knock him out and take him to an operating room. Hold on. Now, he could not see what was happening inside the room, but he realized he didn't have to. The man he had been helping stumbled out of the room, a shotgun in his arms.
He was covered in blood. Judging by that, the patient must be dead.
Well, at least he's alive. That was a close call. Now if everything goes as planned, we should make it out of this in one piece.
The power is back on, so all I have to do now is-
What was that!?
The heavily barricaded door to the left side of the room is broken down. "You thought you could escape? No one is leaving here.
No one is spreading word about what happened here."
The man in the suit aims a pistol at him.
"Now you're coming with me. Whether you want too or not."
Chapter end