Putting the camera up for a moment, he checked the area behind the wall. It wasn't very big. But it was big enough for him to walk through. And there was a box just a few paces ahead of himself. Carefully walking over to it, he turned it upward. Hearing strange noises that he couldn't quite place. They sounded like someone clapping. Or something to that effect. Ignoring this, he shoved his camera into his back pocket. Grabbing the edge of the hole above him and carefully pulling himself up. Frowning slightly at how dark things were. Getting his camera out, he pointed it in front of himself. Nearly vomiting at the sight before him.
There was a random grown man in a straight jacket. Looking at Raphael with the strangest expression that he'd ever seen. Strangely pants-less for some reason. But that wasn't the reason why he was ready to toss his cookies. What had nearly made him almost puke was the other grown man on the ground. Making love to a headless corpse on the floor. For a moment, he stood there. Then slowly started backing up and hoping the necrophiliac wouldn't see him. Unfortunately for him, the man did see him. Quickly backing off the corpse he was so passionate about. Screaming at him for seeing what he had seen. Calling him all sorts of names as Raphael turned and ran. Finding it strangely ironic that he called him 'sick'. He thought,'So screams the man putting his dick in a corpse.'
Shoving this thought aside, he glanced around for a way out. Going to one door to find it locked. And a patient tried to speak to him. When he pointed the camera up towards his face, he froze. Quietly mumbled something before walking away. Ignoring this, he turns to another door and tries to open it. Locked as well. Raphael headed back to the middle of the hall as he glanced around. Trying to avoid directly looking down at the other corpse on the ground. Chewing his bottom lip as he wondered how many more bodies he would see. Well, for a few seconds. Then he quickly shoved those thoughts aside and walked towards the light. Turning off the night-vision as he did so. Soon as he was next to the gate, he glanced to his right. Only to see that the twins weren't there anymore. It only been a couple of minutes since he found the crack in the wall and went through it. Where in the Hell were they?
Looking around briefly, he guessed they went another way. Possibly through some path that he hadn't seen through them. That was okay. They probably weren't going to find him that easily now. It slightly put him at ease. Not enough to calm his racing pulse but enough to settle his nerves slightly. Raphael glanced around to see where he could go next. Noting the ledge that was next to him and inspecting it by sight alone. Debating if it was sturdy enough or not. Glancing down the ledge to the floor below himself with a slight frown. His mind guessed he'd probably just sprain something. Not break anything but definitely slow him down. Slow him down and make it harder for him to find Miles. Who he hoped was doing better than himself.
As he carefully made his way across the gap, he noticed the patients below. Some were walking around and not paying him any mind. One briefly stared up at him before continuing his own routine. Another was bashing his head against a wall. Squishing noises coming from him that made his stomach twist. Ignoring this, he finally got to the other side. Started walking towards the gate the twins had stood by. Soon as he did, a bald man with a horrible mutilated face came up. Grinning in a disgusting way as he said,"Didn't wait until I was finished. But I saved some for you."
With that he giddily ran down the stairs next to them. Calling over his shoulder,"You just wait!"
Oh yeah, he was totally going to not do that. Raphael turned to his right as he raised his camera up. Noticing there was another message written next to some doors. It read 'God always provides a way. Follow the blood'. The blood looked very vividly red and he tried to ignore the disgust that ran through him at this fact. Instead he just did as the blood told him. Walking into the little chamber that it was smeared through. Jumping slightly when a gas was showered over him. Then he realized it was just decontamination and nothing to worry about. Probably, maybe. His teeth worried over his bottom lip again as he walked through the open door. Heading towards the other stairs as he closed his camera up. Trying to save battery as he climbed up the staircase. Trying a door to another hallway and feeling unsurprised when he found it was locked too. Inwardly groaning, he headed up the rest of the stairs. Being greeted by the sight of a man walking along the wall. Whispering the phrase over and over in a soft voice. He whispered,"Down the drain."
Over and over again. Quietly, he headed down the hole. Checking the room in front of him to find anything useful. There wasn't anything that he could easily find. Aside from a few stray batteries that looked like his camera could take. Shoving them into his pants pocket, he headed out of the room. Straight forward for another room. There was a sound of someone shouting at another person. Followed by sounds of someone getting hit and splatters of something odd. When he got in sight of what looked to be a secretary's office, he realized what it was. There was a patient beating a security guard with a baton. Smashing him in the head for a few seconds. Shouting about him wanting the man to be quiet. That he needed to think for a minute. Raphael moved carefully to see if the man was alive or not. And fully realized he probably had been dead for a couple of hours or so. At least he hoped that he had been dead for a couple of hours. Feeling terrible about that as he made his way to the room next to the man. Who was now staring at the shorter man with wide eyes. Heavily panting as he stared at him. Breaking their gaze for a moment, he checked the little room. Finding nothing of use. Not even a decent phone to call the police with. Strangely, he found a few more batteries that his camera could possibly take. Shoving them into his pocket with the other. As he made his way out of the room, the patient whispered,"I'd like it if you kept silent."
Nodding his head, Raphael gave him a nervous grin. Heading down the hall towards what looked like a security room. Soon as he opened the door, he was greeted by the sight of another patient. One that shouted something at him the instant he saw him. Something about 'doctor'. Not waiting for the man, he turned and ran faster than he'd ever ran before. Holding his camera to his chest as he ran past the man in the little office. Then heading towards the room he'd landed next to. Looking briefly behind him, he saw the man sprinting towards him. He quickly slammed the door before running to a locker. Quickly shoving himself inside as the man started breaking the door down. It only took him a couple of seconds before he bursted into the room. Screaming about doctors and not being sick. That they were the sick ones, or something to that effect.
He wasn't honestly paying attention to him in the slightest bit. All he was doing was praying that the man wouldn't find him. Chewing his bottom lip until he tasted blood. Watching the man through the locker's narrow slits. After what felt like an eternity, he started walking back the way he had came. A sound of a door opening reached his ears as he came out of the locker. Carefully sneaking to the doorway to see the man walking through the door. Listening hard for his footsteps. Soon as they were gone, he headed over to the door and tried it. Groaning when he realized the man had locked the door behind him. With an annoyed grunt, he headed back towards the security room. Ignoring the man with the baton as he headed towards it. When he was in the room, he shut the door behind him. Worried that the man with the baton would come up behind him. Then started searching the room for anything he could use to flee. Not finding anything aside from a switch on the desk. It had a rather large button on it and it looked to control the other doorway he spotted. Pressing it, he saw the doorway light up. Same words as before written on it with a huge arrow. Raphael didn't want to follow the priest's instructions, but he knew he had no real choice. So he started heading towards the door.
That was until he heard the man with the baton's footsteps. In a panic, he hid himself in another locker. Not a moment too soon as the man quickly came into the room. Looking in a few places for Raphael. When his attention was diverted by the desk, Raphael bolted out of the locker. Towards the automatic doors he'd seen earlier. Praying he'd find a way to Miles sooner or later.
On the other side of the asylum. Two men were running for their lives. One was a former technician named Waylon Park. Now he was a forced patient and forced test subject of Murkoff. His hand was grasped around another man's hand. This man was a new arrival, Elliot Porteous. Who'd barely came to the asylum as things had gone to shit. He hadn't been given any treatment before Waylon had stumbled upon him. Freeing him from it, he allowed Elliot to follow him. Keeping the camera steady as he lead the other man along with him. Promising him that they were going to get out. That they were going to go back to their families and get the authorities.
They quietly snuck past other patients as they did whatever they pleased. Killing orderlies, doctors, security guards, and each other.
It had been rather difficult to get past most of them. What was harder was going through what had once been the cafeteria. There was a strange man dressed in only a pair of underwear. His body had strange markings all over it and he was covered in blood. They noticed he was feasting on something. It, unfortunately, turned out to be a security guard. Who's head exploded in the microwave he had placed it in. Growling at the pair as they made their way past. Both of them thought they'd gotten away from him when they headed towards another hallway. But they quickly realized how wrong they were when they heard the buzzsaw he had. Unsure of where it was coming from. Or just how close this cannibal freak was either. As they headed down the hallway, Waylon shoved the camera into his jumpsuit. He quickly took Elliot's hand as he whispered,"It's going to be okay."
"I don't know how, but it will be. He won't catch us.",he added. Doing his best to speak gently to the other man. Who nodded his head in agreement. Even though his expression showed he clearly didn't believe Waylon. Ignoring this they got over a blockade to get to the rest of the hallway. Soon as Elliot got over, he lead him down the hall. Stopping only when he saw the cannibal. Who quickly spotted the pair and held up the buzzsaw in his hand. Lifting it up, he screamed,"FEED ME! FEED ME! FEED ME!"
That startled them both into running into a room that was nearby. The cannibal following closely behind them as he chased them. Screaming about wanting to be fed. That they couldn't get away from him. Waylon ignored it as they made their way down the another hall. Towards a room that he quickly shoved the door open. Going past everything in it to another room. His eyes darted around as he looked for a way out. Elliot was the first to spot it. A hole in the ceiling. Neither knew where it lead, but they hoped it would be far enough away from the crazed cannibal. Quickly, Elliot shut the door behind them as they hurried to the desk. Waylon got up first to check if anything was there. When he was sure there was no danger, he held his hand out for Elliot's. When he was half-way up, the door broke down. The cannibal shouted,"MEAT! YOU'RE MINE!"
"MINE!",he bellowed. Jumping for the scrawny man's leg and gripping his ankle. Nearly bringing Waylon down as he did so. Elliot screamed in fear as the disgusting man tried pulling him downward. He quickly kicked his free foot into the cannibal's face as hard as he could. Blood splurted from the man's nose immediately and he let go of the thin man's ankle. Dropping his saw as well to grab his face. Waylon took advantage of that and pulled Elliot to him. Setting him down on the ground before hopping down next to him. Quickly grabbing his hand once again as they started walking. In a soft voice, Waylon said,"See? I told you he wasn't going to get us."
"We're going to be fine.",he added. Trying to sound braver than he felt. And praying to whomever was listening that he was right.