Alexis followed the group as the sun began to rise over Haddonfield to an abandoned garbage truck. It sat next to the river's edge, under an overpass Alexis noticed a large entrance to the sewer in the area but she chose to ignore and investigate later, once she was alone.

Her goal wasn't to lead these people to Michael.

Once the crowd lost interest in the area, Alexis made her way back, claiming she had clinicals to get to.

She walked to the entrance of the sewer, carrying her first aid kit, and took a deep, shaky, breath before she crawled inside to what would most likely be her death.

Alexis reached the open area on the other side of the cramped tunnel where she began looking around for any sign of Michael.

She took a few steps forward before she gasped as Michael lunged forward, wrapping his hand tightly around her throat.

What Alexis didn't know was that she'd been followed into the tunnel by one of Haddonfield's more corrupt deputies.

As she attempted to choke out her offer to help him, Michael suddenly dropped her and lunged forward with his knife, alerting her to the presence of the other man.

Michael shoved the man against the wall on the other side of the tunnel but wasn't fast enough. The deputy slammed his foot into Michael's shoulder, sending him sailing back to the ground to join Alexis.

"Looks like I was just in time to save you," the deputy said as he reached down, offering his hand to Alexis.

She looked back at Michael and noticed he was struggling to get up, holding his left arm carefully after the injury.

"I don't need saving," she stated, "He does," she added causing the deputy to spit in disgust.

"You're seriously down here trying to give this maniac first aid? Looks like you might need to be put down just as badly as he does," he mused as he reached down and grabbed her by the throat just as Michael had done.

She struggled to get air as Michael rose from the ground, knife in hand. He charged the man again, this time stabbing him right through the spine causing the deputy to drop Alexis hard on the ground, her second time that night.

Her eyes widened in horror as she watched Michael stab his knife through the man over and over again until he seemed to shake with strength from his actions.

Once he was finished, his masked eyes found their way back to her causing her to tremble in fear. Was she next?

When he didn't approach her with his knife, she slowly stood from the ground even as she could feel her body protesting her actions and grabbed her bag.

"I came to see if I could help with the wounds you sustained last night?" she offered before going silent again to gauge his response.

Michael didn't answer her with words and she didn't expect him to. Instead, he leaned back against the wall and unzipped his coveralls revealing the multiple gunshot and stab wounds on his body.

Alexis walked towards him, slowly, so she could inspect his injuries. Once she was finished with her initial assessment, she grabbed some items from her bag.

"I need to clean and disinfect them first," she shared, "It might hurt. Is that ok?"

Again Michael answered without words but a head tilt that she took for a yes. She proceeded to wet some rags with alcohol before rubbing them on his different injuries. After a while, she felt satisfied that she could asses them better so she spoke again, "You'll need antibiotics. I brought a strong dose which I can give by IV. I'll leave once it's done."

She didn't wait for a response this time. Instead, she carefully rolled up his sleeve, watching him for a reaction. When he did nothing to stop her, she started an IV and let the medicine begin its work while she moved on to suturing the various tears in his skin.

Her work was met with complete silence other than the occasional passing car and Michael's heavy breathing.

When she finished, she cleaned up and packed her things before making eye contact with the slits of his mask, "I'm going to need to check on these in a few days. I can come back or you can come with me, and hide out in my home. It's much more comfortable than this," she added as she felt her heart ache at the thought of him living in this sewer. "I understand if you don't want to. I'll bring food and water when I return, ok?"

He didn't answer her. Instead, he zipped up his coveralls and moved further into his 'home'.