Blake ran towards the chapel. He saw two dead heretics hanging from a pillar. He opened the main doors and then another door inside that led to the main room. Blake heard a man grunting. He located the noise, and found a pale, bald man tied to a large wooden wheel. He had 'Judas' carved across his chest, and he had no eyes, just two black holes.

"Mary? Knoth? Who's there? Who are you?" he exclaimed, unable to see.

"My name's Blake."

"The outsider. The father."

"I'm not anybody's father, I just..." started Blake.

"Kill me!" the man shouted. "You have to kill me! Knoth is coming back! With Mary! He'll hurt her and I'll talk. If you kill me, he won't have reason to hurt her. Please!"

Blake looked around, and there was nothing to kill him with (thankfully, as Blake was not willing to kill a man). But he had other problems. Knoth was coming back. He could already hear people at the main doors.

Quickly, Blake hid in the confessionals. There was space to see outside. He heard footsteps, and saw a large man with brown hair and a crooked nose walk by. He was extremely fat. Blake also heard a screaming woman, who he supposed was Mary.

"We found her, Josiah." said the fat man, who Blake knew to be Knoth. The voice was instantly recognisable. He was speaking to the man on the wheel. "Trying to flee 'mongst the Scalled. Not the actions of a woman unburdened by an immaculate conscience."

They threw Mary onto a torture device, the one that stretches out your bones. Knoth kept rambling on, then he said something.

"The outsider woman has this world's destruction in her womb! The fiend's father is escaped! She will bear her filthy yeild before dawn! We have only these few hours, to find her, and kill her, and save this paradise from hell everlasting! Where is she? Where did Val take her?"

Blake supposed that Val was the one that licked his face, and was the leader of the Heretics, the creatures that took Lynn.

"I... cant-" said Josiah.

"This is for you, Josiah. Make the woman scream!" said Knoth maliciously, to his cronies.

As the men cranked the small wheel, Mary's arms were being pulled back, stretching to breaking point. It was hard for Blake to watch.

Finally, Josiah gave in.

"Where is the woman?!" shouted Knoth.

"The mines. Up the mountain. Val has her in the mines. You'll never get her back! Not before the birth!" shouted Josiah.

"We are the hands of the Lord! We cannot fail!" said Knoth.

"The world will die screaming!" cried Josiah.

"Thank you, Josiah, that's enough." then a man stabbed Josiah with an axe, killing him, the others stretching Mary's bones apart. Then they left.

"The mines. Where the fuck are the mines?" said Blake.

He recorded Josiah and his wife.

"They always hurt women to punish men. It's sick. It's cowardly." said Blake, feeling disgusted and enraged.

Blake ran back to the main doors. Then he heard a shout.

"Hey! The outsider! He was in the chapel."

Blake ran as fast as he could. Down the stairs, past the hanging lady, and over a bridge. He saw a shed, with a door he could push open. He pushed it, and someone swiped at him with a machete. He went in the shed, and went out another door. He climbed some stairs, a man right at his heels.

"He's climbing the water tower!" someone shouted.

When he was at the top of the stairs, there was a jump. He made the jump with his fingertips, and climbed up. He had lost his pursuers.

"The outsider's over yon, heading into the corn!"

Blake grabbed a battery, and jumped down from his safeplace. He ended up in some tall grass behind a fence. He slid under a hole in the fence, then entered a house. He saw a lady, holding a baby, and singing to it. Then he looked down, and wished he hadn't. There were small coffins, each one with the bones of dead infants. Blake looked away, ran past the crazy lady, and into the next room.

Out of the door, he saw people running.

"He's back there!"

"Hey, he's heading your way!"

Blake opened a window, and jumped out, into a cornfield. He kept to the edge, and used his microphone to track noises.

"And you will know me, God, by my works." muttered a man close by.

Blake went unnoticed, and ran out of the cornfield into a building. He bolted the door shut, foor good measure. There was a large cog wheel spiralling, blocking a potential crawl space.

"I just need to find a way to stop the mill." Blake said to himself.

He went inside a room, and found a crank. This might come in handy. Another door led him outside, where there were stairs. Blake went up the stairs, and found a place where he could install the crank. He installed it, and turned it round three times.

"That should do the trick." said Blake, satisfied.

He went down the stairs, and was pleased to see that the crawl space was now clear. Hastily, Blake made his way through, as he could hear someone banging down the door. As Blake got out of the space, he kept running. He turned left, and slid down a hill. But, to his surprise, nobody followed him. He looked up and saw flashlights pointing down at him.

"That's far enough." said a man. "I wouldn't go down there for all the clean cunny in Zion."

"What?" said another.

"That's Marta's piece. Leave it." said the first man.

"Amen to that." agreed the other.

"Oh, fuck!" thought Blake "I know exactly where I am. That Marta bitch is gonna be here."

Blake calmed himself. He had escaped her three times already. Although she may be quick, so was Blake. But this was not a video game. If he died, there was no restarting. One mistake, one bad decision, one wrong turn, and he was gone.

Blake stepped over a dead cow, and there were two forks. He took the one on the right, and squeezed through a broken door into a barn. There was a latch the looked as if it had to be pulled up. Blake could fit through that.

"I just need a hook." Blake thought.

He looked in the barn, but knew it was not going to be that easy. He had to step back outside. Now Blake went the other way. Then he heard a rasping voice muttering some words.

"Jesus, don't you ever quit?" Blake said.

He hid in the tall grass, and waited for Marta to pass him. This was his chance. He ran, and heard her scream. He kept running, and found a hole in a fence. He slipped through, and was safe.

Blake found a slaughter house, with loads of dead bodies and meat. It was the worst smell he had ever smelled. He pulled a chain, and a hook came towards him. Then he heard a voice.

"Do you hate him, God?" and he spun round. The doors of the slaughter house closed. "Do you hate him?"

Luckily, Blake found another crack that he could squeeze through. He braced himself, ready for Marta, but she had disappeared. As he made his way back to the barn, he heard her to his right. But he was safe, as there was a fence in between them.

"Spreader of lies. Spiller of foul seed." she said, staring at him through the fence.

Blake ignored her, squeezing back through the gap in the fence. He turned left, and ran towards the barn. Then, he heard someone breaking through a locked gate next to the barn. He picked up his pace, and squeezed through into the barn before Marta had even got close to him. He was safe now, he just needed to put on the hook and lift the chain.

He approached the latch and put the hook in.

"God give me voice, God guide my hand!" he heard Marta smashing through the barn door.

Blake quickly pulled the chain ran. He crawled through, and he was almost out, when she grabbed his leg. She was pulling him back out. He don't know how he done it, but, once again, kicked her hard in the nose. She shrieked and let go, running away.

"Okay. Fuck. Keep moving." he said.

He could see a large building in the distance.

"That is the mine. Where the heretics or... that's where they've got Lynn. What are they doing to her? I'm so sorry baby." he said, with gritted teeth.

He saw a house and he tried the door, but it was locked. He saw a gap above, and climbed up. He ended up on some tiles, and they fell underneath him. He dropped down, and realized that he was back in school. He saw a drawn picture of a stick figure, hanging from a rope, on the wall. There was scribbled writing that read 'Jessica' all around the picture.

"Wait. Wait. This is before I found her hanging. Wake up. Wake up. I'm still here."

He turned left and found a classroom with a transparency that had a picture of a hangman. There were some letters missing.

"The hangman game! Like Lynn and Jess used to play. The other half of this must be somewhere. Jessica would leave a hangman for Lynn to find." he said, remembering.

"Thank you, Blake. Very, very generous of you." said a man's voice. Blake ignored it. This was only a dream (although it was a very vivid dream.)

Blake went down another hallway, and some lockers opened and closed automatically.

Blake found another room with a projector that had more hangman letters on it. As he entered the room, he thought that he saw a many-armed shadow, running across the room. He put the transparency on the projector, and moved it to project on to the board.

"'Unforgivable.'" Blake read. "Sounds about right." he agreed.

Blake went back to where the hangman drawing was, but found that it was not there. Instead, there was a door. Blake went through, and found himself in a long, dark corridor, full of lockers. He had to use his night vision to navigate himself. There was an exit sign, so he ran towards it. It was locked, and so was the door that he had came in from. Then he heard a man's voice laughing, and all the lockers started opening and closing of their own accord. Blake started to see black shadows.

The lockers eventually stopped, and Blake just stood there, unsure what to do. Then, something horrible jumped out at him. It had a skinned face, red and pink. It had many arms, and a large tongue.

"AGHHHH!" shouted Blake.

The monster pushed him all the way back to the entrance, and Blake's vision was groggy. He stood up, and realised that another door had appeared. He went in, and shut the door. He climbed up a broken tile, and was in a vent again.

"I'm back here. I was just here. What the fuck?" he said, confused. The last time he had had a dream in the school, he had got sucked down a well into this vent.

Suddenly, something grabbed his leg. He looked back, and saw a tongue, trying to pull him back. Blake wriggled free, and turned round, noticing that he was in a crawl space on the side of a mountain. He was back in reality.

Blake got out of the space, and saw a broken bridge, that led to a large building. It was the mines. He walk towards it, strafing across a ledge. There was a forest underneath, from where he could hear loud moaning noises. He definitely didn't want to fall down there

Blake started to walk across the bridge. He was really high up.

"Oh, Christ. Okay, it's not that far. This isn't so bad." he said, reassuring himself.

He was walking across a narrow beam. He was about halfway there, when he realises that there were insects flying towards him. Hundreds, thousands of them.

"What in...?" he said.

Then more came, trying to lift him up, getting in his mouth. Blake was distracted, and lost his footing.

"SHIT!" he yelled.

Then he fell, plummeting towards the ground. He was surely going to die. But then, his foot caught something, and his mind went blank.

When Blake became conscious, he realised that everything was upside down. This worried him, as he thought that his brain was addled. Then he realised thay he had miraculously caught his foot around a branch, so he was hanging from it. Then he heard voices.

"Were they locusts or were they not?" said a voice.

"Laird- your grace, it was a shadow in the sky. But I ain't rightly sure." said another voice, scared.

"God loves his children, ugh." said the first voice.

Blake then saw a skinny man running away from someone.

"Sorry, your grace- I'm sorry-" but the man was cut off, as a flaming arrow hit his back, killing him.

Then another person walked into the clearing. Or, two people did. It was a tiny man riding on top of a larger man's back.

"Sorry." he said, mocking his victim. "His suffering is done. Knoth's words are true. Momentous times are upon us." then they walked away.

Blake was relieved at how they hadn't seen him or his camera, which was lying on the ground. He waited for a few moments, before dropping from the branch and picking up his camera. Thankfully, it was still intact.

"Guess I'm taking the long way." said a disgruntled Blake.

He walked through the forest, following a stream. He kept hearing moaning noises, but didn't stop to investigate. He crawled underneath some logs, and a creature crawled across the ground rapidly, dissapearing into the grass.

"Oh God..." said Blake.

Blake just kept going and crawled inside a log. Someone was banging on top of the log. He kept crawling, and stood up. There was barbed wire, blocking his path. There were signs that read 'Sickness here' and 'God bless'.

"Fuck! There's gotta be some other way around." he said.

He scaled down a small rocky hill, and found a note about the Scalled. These were the people who had 'sinned' though there were some writings about STDs. The leader of the group was someone called Laird.

Eventually, Blake found his way into a village. It stunk horribly. There were frail people who must have diseases, whatever else they had been forced to believe. They just stared at him, twitching, their bodied covered with spots and wounds, but didn't do a thing. Then, a man suddenly grabbed Blake and vomited all over him.

"Agh! Fuck!" Blake shouted, pushing the man away from him. Eventually, Blake found another blocked gate, and he could see those weird people who shot flaming arrows.

"I see you again today, and I'll pull them eyes from your head and squeeze what they seen out of them!" said the small man, shooting another man. He must be Laird, the leader of this group.

"Love!" shouted the larger man.

Blake climbed up a hill, and was about to climb up the last ledge to the top, when a diseased person punched him with their stump of an arm, sending Blake sliding down the hill. Blake landed hard, his glasses falling off. Then, as he put them back on, he noticed that he had landed exactly where Laird had been just minutes before. There were loads of sick people in blood-splattered tents. Blake ran forward, making his way into the forest, when he saw a bright light, and a tall figure.

"Praise God and his Prophet Knoth!" said Laird, shooting an arrow that narrowly missed Blake.

"OH FUCK ME!!!" Blake shouted.

"We have found the Scalled Christ!"

Blake hid in some tall grass, waiting for them to walk past him. When they had gone, he stood up and ran to the forest entrance, strafing left and right, to avoid the arrows. He was obviously much faster than them, but they had arrows that they could shoot from afar. Quickly, Blake found a gap that led into a house, and he squeezed through it.

When he got out of the gap, he realised that he was in a blue locker. Out of the gaps, he could see a man, but not his whole face. He walked away, and Blake waited for a moment before leaving the locker. He saw a girl running.

"This way, Blake." she said.

"Jess! Come back!" Blake said, his voice shaking slightly, listening to children's laughter, but not seeing them.

He followed Jessica into an office, but she had dissapeared. There was a computer that was on, so Blake approached it. There was an email talking about how Jessica had forged her father's signature to go to a piano factory road trip. She wasn't allowed, and was put on library study. Blake left the computer, and walked down the dark hallway. He found another narrow corridor, and as soon as Blake entered, the floor started pulsing with a weird pink, veiny texture. Then he saw Jessica at the other side of the corridor. He ran towards her, but she ran away.

"Don't go." she said.

Blake could hear Jessica singing, a man's voice also singing with her.

"Oh, be careful, little eyes, what you see..."

He followed the voices, and found a broken tile. He climbed up, and heard Jessica once more.

"He's coming."

Then he realised that he was in a log. He kept crawling, then as he got out, two people grabbed him, pulling him out.