Rachel suggested to try to explore the third floor. Pythagoras thought for
a moment and agreed. Together, the Faceless Nurse and the Pyramid Head
headed to the third floor.
They entered an empty corridor. Silent and unoccupied, the third part of the hospital seems to be the only place in the hospital having no rust. Everything was squeaky clean. Rachel and Pythagoras were puzzled.
"Why is here so clean and tidy?" Pythagoras asked.
"I don't know. I have never came to the third floor before. I only dare to venture the lobby, the second floor and the basement. There is also the roof, where I had never been to too", Rachel replied.
Pythagoras looked around. There was nothing suspicious. Doors were nicely painted. Not a single scratch was on its fresh coat of blue paint. All but one had a funny looking lock. Pythagoras moved towards the door which was in the center of the room. It seems to have a combinational lock at where the number should have been, enabling its user to give a three digit password to open it.
All three digits were on '999'. Pythagoras shifted the each gear until the number reads '666'. Nothing happened. He turned again to make '777' yet nothing happened.
Before Pythagoras could change the number again, Rachel had already changed the number to '495'. A slight 'click' and the door were unlocked.
"How did you.?"
Rachel just smiled. Pythagoras had nothing else to say but opened the door. Only to have a bloody decomposed body to fall on them. Two bandages tied to each of its hands prevented the body from completely falling over. The other ends were tied to a rusted chain link fence nailed to the wall.
Rachel had a shock and nearly fell. Pythagoras just remained calm. The corpse's lower jaw fell revealing a slip of paper with blood stains on it. Pythagoras took it and read. It said:
"They have lost their all their intelligence. I cannot stop them. To whoever reads this, pray you are smarter than they are. Password: LIES Location: Safe in room S5"
Pythagoras assumed the poor soul who had written this ended in this state. He passed the slip of paper to Rachel. She read it carefully. Rachel then unzipped the backpack and took out the map. Room S5 was in the corridor adjacent to where they are.
Still revering from the shock, Rachel got up and went to the door behind them. She pushed the handle down and the door opened with a creak. The area behind the door was the same as downstairs, rusty and musty. Rachel was about to turn behind to tell Pythagoras when the rust suddenly came alive and rushed towards the squeaky clean room, rusting everything in sight.
Paint from doors start to peel, metal handles rust and the floor tiles together with the walls grew dark brown stains. Doors suddenly fell due to hinges weakened from the rusts. One of the doors, however, suddenly grew legs and appears to have someone who seemed to be stuck in it. Rachel and Pythagoras instantly knew that was a Table.
As Pythagoras failed to notice it earlier, the Table attacked him from behind. Using its mouth below, it gobbled Pythagoras' head. Another Table appeared in front of Rachel. She held up her shotgun but it was knocked away from her hands. The shotgun was hurled to a side.
The Table was licking its dark brown shiny lips. It knew who its next meal is. Rachel stepped backwards slowly. Pythagoras was trying to pull the Table who was trying to bite his pyramidal helmet. Rachel turned and ran. The Table followed suit.
Rachel ran around the room which had the decomposed body. The Table, growling, ran after her. Rachel ran back towards the shotgun. She grabbed it and spun round fast enough to see the Table opening its huge mouth underneath and raised on its hind legs, still running towards her. The shotgun clicked and the Table was blasted backwards. It fell on its back. Blood coming from its open wounds.
Rachel quickly unzipped her backpack and tried to reload her shotgun only to see Pythagoras grabbing the hind legs of the Table attacking him and tore it into half. Blood splashed everywhere like red paint. Pythagoras dropped both halves on the floor, each of it bleeding profusely and painfully squirming like worms before coming to a stop.
Rachel felt hungry. The moment she saw Pythagoras pulling off a limb from the Table and began feasting on it. She turned and looked at the Table she had killed and walked towards it. Rachel knelt down in front of it with both knees. She slowly reached for one of the Table's fore legs when the Table suddenly got up and opened its mouth below. Rachel seeing this could only use her hand to shield. The Table fell forward and Rachel went into its mouth. The Table was now on top of her.
Rachel suddenly felt hot inside the Table. She also felt scared. Everything was pitch black. She cannot see or hear anything. She gave a scream and started punching inside the Table. It was like being trapped in a rice sack. Each punch was useless.
Suddenly, Rachel felt a blast of cool air. She looked and saw Pythagoras holding the Table by its fore mouth. Its lips were moving as if screaming in pain but no noise was heard. She quickly sat up and caught her breath.
"I hate to be interrupted during meals", Pythagoras said as he punches the Table. His fist went into the Table's mouth underneath and came out from the back. For a while, both stood there, posed. Pythagoras pulled his bloodied fist out as the Table slumped to the ground. Pythagoras gave it a slight kick.
"It's dead", He said. "Enjoy."
Rachel looked at the now dead Table before she pulled of one of its fore legs and started to eat.
It took about one and a half hours to devour everything. By the Rachel had finished, only bones, picked clean, were left. Rachel cleaned her mouth, which was stained with blood, with the collar of her uniform. Rachel felt energized. The flesh of the Table was much tastier than the Straight Jackets.
"I feel much better", Pythagoras said, standing up and picking up his wooden stake. Rachel took her backpack and reloaded her shotgun. After inserting the seventh shell into the shotgun, Rachel cocked it. The shotgun was loaded and ready for its next target. Putting on her backpack, Rachel followed Pythagoras to the next room.
Room S5 wasn't hard to find as it was just in front of them the moment they entered. Pythagoras reached for the handle and pulled the door open. There in the centre of the room was a safe nicely placed on a mattress. The safe had a number pad beside it.
"The password's in alphabets. How are we supposed to open this?" Pythagoras asked. He went up to the number pad and pushed '3'. The key pad for number '3' went in and was stuck. Pythagoras in his anger pressed in '4', '5', '6' and '7'. He noticed the moment he pressed '6', the '3', '4' and '5' key pads pop out back to its usual place. Now the '7' key pad was stuck.
Pythagoras pressed '5', '6' and '8' and made the rest pop back into place. Rachel was thinking hard. She went forward and pressed '7', '1', '3' and '5'. Nothing happened. She reversed the numbers and pressed '5', '1', '3' and '7'. This time there was a click and the safe opened a little.
Pythagoras just looked at Rachel.
"The word 'LIES' are the numbers 7135 upside down. Since I had the numbers, all I had to do is to figure out which comes first, the second and so on", Rachel explained.
Pythagoras realized he needs Rachel more than she needs him. With her intellect, puzzles won't be a problem.
Rachel was already opening the safe. There was nothing inside.
"Nothing? We came up here to open the safe to find nothing?" Rachel said.
Pythagoras just stood there and watched. Rachel closed the safe. She was walking towards Pythagoras when suddenly there were banging sounds coming from inside the safe. Rachel went back to open it. There was nothing.
"Strange", Rachel exclaimed.
She closed the safe and walked towards Pythagoras. More banging sounds were heard but this time, the safe door burst open and blood poured out all over the floor. The smell was revolting.
Rachel stepped backwards not wanting to stain her shoes or go near the blood coming out from the safe. Blood poured until a mummified head began to come out of the safe. Then the whole body just slipped out of the safe. The stench was now unbearable. The bandage of the mummified body was stained brown and was covered in blood. Rachel had to step away from the room.
Pythagoras walked in calmly as if there was nothing wrong. The body began to twitch. Pythagoras lifted his stake and turned it so that the sharp end was pointing to the body and brought it down, driving the stake through the body. The body stopped moving. He looked into the safe. There was a shiny object. He reached in and grabbed it. Pythagoras then turned and walked out of the room.
He walked towards Rachel and showed her what he has. It was a gold ring.
"Keep it", he said as he dropped the ring into her palm.
Seems as though Rachel also needs Pythagoras. For him to handle more grotesque situations.
They entered an empty corridor. Silent and unoccupied, the third part of the hospital seems to be the only place in the hospital having no rust. Everything was squeaky clean. Rachel and Pythagoras were puzzled.
"Why is here so clean and tidy?" Pythagoras asked.
"I don't know. I have never came to the third floor before. I only dare to venture the lobby, the second floor and the basement. There is also the roof, where I had never been to too", Rachel replied.
Pythagoras looked around. There was nothing suspicious. Doors were nicely painted. Not a single scratch was on its fresh coat of blue paint. All but one had a funny looking lock. Pythagoras moved towards the door which was in the center of the room. It seems to have a combinational lock at where the number should have been, enabling its user to give a three digit password to open it.
All three digits were on '999'. Pythagoras shifted the each gear until the number reads '666'. Nothing happened. He turned again to make '777' yet nothing happened.
Before Pythagoras could change the number again, Rachel had already changed the number to '495'. A slight 'click' and the door were unlocked.
"How did you.?"
Rachel just smiled. Pythagoras had nothing else to say but opened the door. Only to have a bloody decomposed body to fall on them. Two bandages tied to each of its hands prevented the body from completely falling over. The other ends were tied to a rusted chain link fence nailed to the wall.
Rachel had a shock and nearly fell. Pythagoras just remained calm. The corpse's lower jaw fell revealing a slip of paper with blood stains on it. Pythagoras took it and read. It said:
"They have lost their all their intelligence. I cannot stop them. To whoever reads this, pray you are smarter than they are. Password: LIES Location: Safe in room S5"
Pythagoras assumed the poor soul who had written this ended in this state. He passed the slip of paper to Rachel. She read it carefully. Rachel then unzipped the backpack and took out the map. Room S5 was in the corridor adjacent to where they are.
Still revering from the shock, Rachel got up and went to the door behind them. She pushed the handle down and the door opened with a creak. The area behind the door was the same as downstairs, rusty and musty. Rachel was about to turn behind to tell Pythagoras when the rust suddenly came alive and rushed towards the squeaky clean room, rusting everything in sight.
Paint from doors start to peel, metal handles rust and the floor tiles together with the walls grew dark brown stains. Doors suddenly fell due to hinges weakened from the rusts. One of the doors, however, suddenly grew legs and appears to have someone who seemed to be stuck in it. Rachel and Pythagoras instantly knew that was a Table.
As Pythagoras failed to notice it earlier, the Table attacked him from behind. Using its mouth below, it gobbled Pythagoras' head. Another Table appeared in front of Rachel. She held up her shotgun but it was knocked away from her hands. The shotgun was hurled to a side.
The Table was licking its dark brown shiny lips. It knew who its next meal is. Rachel stepped backwards slowly. Pythagoras was trying to pull the Table who was trying to bite his pyramidal helmet. Rachel turned and ran. The Table followed suit.
Rachel ran around the room which had the decomposed body. The Table, growling, ran after her. Rachel ran back towards the shotgun. She grabbed it and spun round fast enough to see the Table opening its huge mouth underneath and raised on its hind legs, still running towards her. The shotgun clicked and the Table was blasted backwards. It fell on its back. Blood coming from its open wounds.
Rachel quickly unzipped her backpack and tried to reload her shotgun only to see Pythagoras grabbing the hind legs of the Table attacking him and tore it into half. Blood splashed everywhere like red paint. Pythagoras dropped both halves on the floor, each of it bleeding profusely and painfully squirming like worms before coming to a stop.
Rachel felt hungry. The moment she saw Pythagoras pulling off a limb from the Table and began feasting on it. She turned and looked at the Table she had killed and walked towards it. Rachel knelt down in front of it with both knees. She slowly reached for one of the Table's fore legs when the Table suddenly got up and opened its mouth below. Rachel seeing this could only use her hand to shield. The Table fell forward and Rachel went into its mouth. The Table was now on top of her.
Rachel suddenly felt hot inside the Table. She also felt scared. Everything was pitch black. She cannot see or hear anything. She gave a scream and started punching inside the Table. It was like being trapped in a rice sack. Each punch was useless.
Suddenly, Rachel felt a blast of cool air. She looked and saw Pythagoras holding the Table by its fore mouth. Its lips were moving as if screaming in pain but no noise was heard. She quickly sat up and caught her breath.
"I hate to be interrupted during meals", Pythagoras said as he punches the Table. His fist went into the Table's mouth underneath and came out from the back. For a while, both stood there, posed. Pythagoras pulled his bloodied fist out as the Table slumped to the ground. Pythagoras gave it a slight kick.
"It's dead", He said. "Enjoy."
Rachel looked at the now dead Table before she pulled of one of its fore legs and started to eat.
It took about one and a half hours to devour everything. By the Rachel had finished, only bones, picked clean, were left. Rachel cleaned her mouth, which was stained with blood, with the collar of her uniform. Rachel felt energized. The flesh of the Table was much tastier than the Straight Jackets.
"I feel much better", Pythagoras said, standing up and picking up his wooden stake. Rachel took her backpack and reloaded her shotgun. After inserting the seventh shell into the shotgun, Rachel cocked it. The shotgun was loaded and ready for its next target. Putting on her backpack, Rachel followed Pythagoras to the next room.
Room S5 wasn't hard to find as it was just in front of them the moment they entered. Pythagoras reached for the handle and pulled the door open. There in the centre of the room was a safe nicely placed on a mattress. The safe had a number pad beside it.
"The password's in alphabets. How are we supposed to open this?" Pythagoras asked. He went up to the number pad and pushed '3'. The key pad for number '3' went in and was stuck. Pythagoras in his anger pressed in '4', '5', '6' and '7'. He noticed the moment he pressed '6', the '3', '4' and '5' key pads pop out back to its usual place. Now the '7' key pad was stuck.
Pythagoras pressed '5', '6' and '8' and made the rest pop back into place. Rachel was thinking hard. She went forward and pressed '7', '1', '3' and '5'. Nothing happened. She reversed the numbers and pressed '5', '1', '3' and '7'. This time there was a click and the safe opened a little.
Pythagoras just looked at Rachel.
"The word 'LIES' are the numbers 7135 upside down. Since I had the numbers, all I had to do is to figure out which comes first, the second and so on", Rachel explained.
Pythagoras realized he needs Rachel more than she needs him. With her intellect, puzzles won't be a problem.
Rachel was already opening the safe. There was nothing inside.
"Nothing? We came up here to open the safe to find nothing?" Rachel said.
Pythagoras just stood there and watched. Rachel closed the safe. She was walking towards Pythagoras when suddenly there were banging sounds coming from inside the safe. Rachel went back to open it. There was nothing.
"Strange", Rachel exclaimed.
She closed the safe and walked towards Pythagoras. More banging sounds were heard but this time, the safe door burst open and blood poured out all over the floor. The smell was revolting.
Rachel stepped backwards not wanting to stain her shoes or go near the blood coming out from the safe. Blood poured until a mummified head began to come out of the safe. Then the whole body just slipped out of the safe. The stench was now unbearable. The bandage of the mummified body was stained brown and was covered in blood. Rachel had to step away from the room.
Pythagoras walked in calmly as if there was nothing wrong. The body began to twitch. Pythagoras lifted his stake and turned it so that the sharp end was pointing to the body and brought it down, driving the stake through the body. The body stopped moving. He looked into the safe. There was a shiny object. He reached in and grabbed it. Pythagoras then turned and walked out of the room.
He walked towards Rachel and showed her what he has. It was a gold ring.
"Keep it", he said as he dropped the ring into her palm.
Seems as though Rachel also needs Pythagoras. For him to handle more grotesque situations.