The cafeteria and kitchen looked like a war zone, slumped dead bodies everywhere in the chairs, blood splattered on the walls, floor, and the cafeteria's tables. Ella heard a buzzing sound in the kitchen and went to investigate, Waylon sensed something was wrong though and muttered, "Manera is near. Manera is near. He'll find us, he'll eat us. Frank's not good, not good."

Ella ignored Waylon's rambling and pressed forward, crawling through the cafeteria, past the tables and up to the serving table, where someone was sawing at a dead body and their head was stuffed into a working microwave. The man sawing at the body was only clothed in a pair of orange underwear, but was mostly covered in blood and was seemed like scars or tattoos.

"Huh, this must be that 'Manera' guy Waylon was muttering about. . ."

As they got close they could see that Frank Manera had matted dark gray hair, and thick blood-crusted beard covering his lower face. Ella tried to get past him, only to be startled by a loud bang as the corpse's head exploded in the microwave. The man looks up at Ella and Waylon as if noticing them for the first time, he growls in a deep, guttural tone.

"Don't you look at us. I love him."

The deranged cannibal strokes the corpse softly before suddenly plunging his teeth into it and started to tear chunks of flesh from the dead man and started to feed, ignoring the two and allowing them to slip past. They cross the hallways until they found themselves in a small hospital, it was as gore-covered as the rest of the asylum surprisingly. The two made their way through the hospital, trying to ignore the ever-growing sound of Frank Manera's buzzsaw growing closer and closer with every second. Waylon had taken to being clung to Ella's back as they made their way through the asylum and it was easier that way than trying to drag him by his hand everywhere.

After passing through a couple more rooms to gather batteries and other things, they found themselves in front of a locked door, the door locked shut by handcuffs which were cuffed to another dead body.

Ella grimaced in disgust, "Jesus, how many corpses are there in this hellhole?"

Seeing the only way through was that door Ella realized now they need to find the key, avoid getting carved like a Christmas turkey by the crazed cannibal Frank Manera and then get through the Administration Block to the Prison.

Easier said than done. . .

Ella's eyes went around her surroundings until they landed on the doorway on her left which was locked and blocked off, but saw she could climb over it and get to another part of the asylum. Leaving Waylon behind, she pulled herself up and landed on the other side of the hallway. It was dark in nearly every room in this part of the hospital, so Ella pulled up the camera and activated it's night vision and then made her way through the rooms. It took a while, but she finally found the key and was making her way back when she heard that horrible buzz sounding, along with Frank's guttural voice.

"I know you're close. I can smell you!"

Ella cursed as she kept going, she was close to the end of the hallway. All she had to do was get across the hall and make her way back to Waylon, all the while avoiding Manera. Then the worst possible thing happened: Ella ran right into Manera as he was leaving a room.

"Hello, meat!"

Ella ran as fast as she could down the darkened hallway with Frank hot on her heels, buzzsaw raised over his head, chanting, "Feed me! Feed me! Feed me!". She jumped over the door frame and landed on the other side, she heard Frank mutter, "I'll find another way. The meat is mine. . ."

Ella kept walking, key in hand, over to Waylon. His white eyes looked up at her and he gave her a small smile, and whispered, "Ella. . .is that you?"

Ella's eyes went wide as he said her name, she held Waylon's scarred face in her hands and asked uncertainly. "Waylon?"

Waylon nodded, his eyes seemed brighter as he spoke, "Ella, did. . did they make us watch the engine?"

Ella nodded sadly, "They did, Waylon. . .I got free before I could turn. . .", Ella stopped.

Waylon's face scrunched up in confusion, "What about. . .about me? Did you. . .save me?"

Ella looked down and teared up a bit, remembering the look of utter terror and sadness on Waylon's face when she entered his holding cell, "No, I'm sorry. . ."

"What happened to me. Get me a mirror. . or something. I need to see."

"Waylon-"

"Ella! Get. Me. A mirror please. . ."

Ella handed him the camcorder, which he turned to look at himself. Waylon saw his dead white eyes, his scarred face, and the wires stitched into his arm. He gasped, hands shaking as he ran his hand through his hair, "What have I b-become. . I'm one of them. I'm one of them. . ."

Ella's heart sunk as Waylon's mind shut down again as he muttered that phrase over and over again.

Waylon Park was gone yet again.