In this Chapter, the girl goes insane (even more so than in the first chapter). I know that I didn't make this clear, but the first chapter she is in an abandoned factory, but she later starts hallucinating of being in a desert which has rivers and the Empire State Building . . . She completely loses her judgement. She later has visions of people grabbing her so she "continued slashing at them, until their blood flew". That is actually her blood, but she thinks its theirs. In effect, she almost kills herself out of insanity. She later begins coughing up blood.
Death. Death. Death. Every drop of blood flowing from her finger evoked the same word. Drop one: death. Drop two: death. Drop three: death. With every death came the same sick and twisted feeling; she had killed – again. But she didn't feel remorse. Rather she didn't feel anything. Her brain was numbed, but deep inside, something was stirring – the beast within waiting to break free.
It didn't make sense, didn't make sense in her mind. Only a few minutes ago this man, this totalitarian doctor, had been alive. For two years she had been terrorized by him. With every crimson tear she shed while escaping. Every shard of his reign which had embedded itself into her body as her fragile frame broke through the window in her void room. Every scream which never left her lips, every mute revolt, it was all to end his dictatorship over him. Three minutes ago, all those reasons were fresh in her mind. But a sheer few moments later, all of that crashed, incinerated upon the blood-stained floor as he fell. To have all her struggles end in a second, she couldn't take it. Her heart couldn't take it. Her mind couldn't take it. No, it couldn't, it couldn't, death, death, death.
Her brain, like fragile porcelain, could stand it no longer. Shattering under impact, the monster took control.
The last weeks overtook her. She had killed again and was now going to be in another mental ward – why hadn't she realized how funny that was until now?
Death her mind managed to choke out, as she laughed hysterically, falling on the floor. Blood sprayed in all directions, but that only made her laugh more.
Was it just her, or were the ceilings falling down?
She wasn't laughing anymore. Shrieking, she pounded the floor, in vain hopes of running away from the crashing heavens.
Dimly, she could make out people moving towards her, dressed in the strangest garb. One man was in a dress while the women were without shirts. But it was their faces which drew her attention the most. Some had three eyes, others four. And yet others were blind, madly groping in her direction.
Letting out a blood curling scream, she stood up and began running. If only she could make it to the other side of the desert, then she could hide in the river or maybe behind the Empire State Building. How far away is it from me? – 50 feet maybe? That would be roughly 2 miles, wouldn't it?
The people were reaching her now, grabbing at her, pulling her down. Flailing out, she hit them wildly.
Her arms, her stomach, even her legs – they grabbed onto everything. Writhing from their touches, she continued slashing and backing away. But it was no use, there were too many of them. Their hands, kill their hands. Use what you have. The knife, the knife!
Remembering her weapon, she grabbed it and began stabbing them in all directions. The three-eyed one planted a firm grasp on her free arm. Letting out a heathen wail, she brought the knife down on his hand. Immediately, a jolt of pain went through her body. Ignoring it, she continued slashing at them, until their blood flew. She cut off every free hand she could find, until exhausted, she collapsed.