A.N. The last chapter for this, since it is based on the bonus chapter of the game. This was easy because it was only a very small section. I hope you all enjoyed this story.
My eyes opened slowly, and painfully. My surroundings were basically nothing but computer screens on the left wall and nothing but an old single metal locker.
The air was freezing as I looked at what I was inside; it seemed to be some kind of pod. Carefully, I stepped out of my 'pod' and found a sheet on a hook on the front of it.
Patient: Randal Orton
Current Status: In frozen treatment
Background: Randal was serving in the military when I got a hold of him. Randal has been frozen for nearly 20 years ago to help him recover from his almost fatal injuries. Taken in February 4th 1994.
I put the file back and hugged myself tightly as I shivered.
"God, it's freezing! I got to find something to keep me warm." I said to myself and then turned to the locker. I stepped carefully on the floor to avoid slipping over. I successfully got over to the locker and found a crowbar nearby when I found the locker was frozen shut.
I got the door off of the hinges and found inside was a long coat and a key on the inside of the door. The key stayed in my hand as the coat went on my body.
A large round safe like door was on the opposite end of where I had woken up. On the left hand side there was a small lock; the key fit perfectly when I put the key in and turned it.
The hallway was a lot warmer when I was out of the frozen room he had been in previously.
"It looks like a bomb went off in here." I stated as I observed the hallway. It was dirt that was supported by the remaining steel pillars that supported the dirt ceiling and walls. There were steel doors blown from the door frames. I glanced through one room on the left and saw a man hooked up to a machine. Two screens were beside him, they flashed with various images of a gun, a young woman and her body on the ground bleeding. His dark hair was shaved at the sides but messy at the top of his head; his arms were covered in tattoos all the way up.
I backed out of the room and continued down the hallway. On the right side of the corridor I saw a door had been blown off and there was a man slumped over a desk. His tattooed arms were bleeding heavily and a large cut on his forehead had once bled too. Cautiously I walked over to the man and saw, somehow that he was still breathing.
He weakly mumbled something about escape down the hall. I went down the hall, seeing that there was some light streaming through some small gaps in a door way that was being blocked by a solid wall of rocks.
That must have been the way the man had mumbled about, I just didn't know how I could get through there without… explosives! If there was a guy hook up to a strange machine and I woke up in a freezing room, this place had to have dynamite. Right?
There was only one other room that I hadn't checked; the only thing out of place was the door had been blown down and crumbled away in some places. I moved it out of the ay and found what was inside; a small storage room.
There were various medicines and needles, morphine, fuel, a gun (I didn't want to ask any questions about that) and a chunk of dynamite.
Jackpot!
I found that the dynamite didn't have any wick leading up to it so I found a small piece of rope, tied it to the dynamite after dunking it into the fuel and searched for matches or a lighter. I found these items in a few short minutes and ran back to the room where I had woken up as soon as I lit the rope.
The explosion sounded loudly and the ground shook along with it as I covered my ears. There was a lot of heat to that came from the hallway when I finally opened the door.
I raced out and found the man that was injured still where he was, and barely moving. I swung him up over my shoulder and went down the hall to see where the other man was. But he was gone from the room. When could he have got out? And how did he get out?
I didn't have any time to worry about anything like that. I raced through the now cleared path and the man said he had the right key card to get out through to the elevator. I sat him on the table that was in the room we were in, which looked like a doctor's office, mostly white with dirt marks on several small patches.
I looked through the torn pocket on his white shirt to see something yellow. I pulled it out of the breast pocket and then noticed a door on the other side of the room. I slid it in the key card slot and a click sounded along with a green light going on. I picked up the man again and took off.
The elevator we used was old and creaked a lot, but it still got us to the ground above. My legs began to collapse beneath me as I put the man on the ground, lying on his back.
"Hey, what are you doing out here? No one is allowed in this area." I looked around from where I was kneeling down in all directions until I saw who was speaking; he looked like a police man. He stared at me for a while before finally walking over to me.
The man took off his hat to reveal his blonde, spiked up hair. He looked at me and then the building behind me, which I had only just noticed looked like rubble.
"Where you in there?" He asked me quietly and I nodded, not knowing what else to say. He sighed and noticed the man beside me.
"We all thought he was dead. About two weeks ago his wife and child escaped from this place, because he shut everyone up in there to get his wife out from her coma and not have their child know about it. He's a heartless man." I swallowed back what was in my throat and slowly made it up to my feet. The officer, Ryder, helped me limp over to his car and got another man that had been close by the carry the doctor's body into another car.
"There was another man in there. But he disappeared and I don't know how he got out." I held onto my head and got into the front passenger seat of the car.
"We will find out what happened soon. But for now, you need to rest. We can find you somewhere to stay and come back in a few days to get details. Just relax."
I had told them everything a few days later, but they said that there wasn't any sign of the man who escaped. I even found the woman and child who had escaped. The woman had told me about her husband. I told her about the man I found and how he was hook up to that strange machine which showed pictures of her body on the ground after the gunshot. Her face had gone extremely pale and I knew I said something wrong.
Maybe that man had been there for a reason?
