While they walked, Waylon tried to get some information out of Elliot. Just asking if he knew what had happened. Or if he had seen anything out of the ordinary or not. But he had no idea what had been going on. All he knew was he was placed in a room by two orderlies. Tied down to a very uncomfortable chair. A second later, he heard someone screaming at their lungs. Then everything was plunged in darkness. Followed by more screaming, wet tearing noises, and blood splattering everywhere else. There also had been strange breathing noises surrounding him after the noises stopped. It was behind him for maybe twenty minutes or so before Waylon had found him.

That was it.

It wasn't really anything useful to Waylon. He considered Elliot to be extremely lucky. When he came upon the scene, it was gruesome. Like the unlucky man from the cell next to him, the orderlies were puddles on the ground. Guts, blood, and broken bones. With Elliot still strapped into his chair in the middle of this. Wide eyed and shaking in his bonds. The scrawny man had been sobbing for a while as he struggled against the bindings. Nearly screaming in fear when Waylon was getting him out of it. Which took him a few moments to get him to calm down. Make sure that the other man realized he wasn't there to harm him. And a few more minutes to convince him to follow him as well. Waylon asked,"So why exactly are you here for? You don't seem like a violent offender."

"...my cousin had me admitted.",he answered. That made the taller man raise an eyebrow as he looked at him. His cousin had him admitted to this place? Who would do that to their own family? And why? In a soft voice, he questioned,"Why would they do that for?"

"I...I um...",Elliot trailed off. Sounding so very upset as he slowed to a stop in the middle of the hall. Touching his neck with one hand absentmindedly as he stared down at the floor. Mouth turned down in a frown as he seemed to be deep in thought. Turning to the shorter man, he noticed the bruise under Elliot's hand. A rather big one that seemed to engulf his entire neck. Almost as if there had been something wrapped around it. Then it clicked. Elliot had attempted suicide before coming to Mount Massive. That didn't seem like enough of a reason to have him admitted. But he bet it was contributing factor in his cousin's decision. Gently taking Elliot's free hand, Waylon said,"You don't have to tell me if you're not ready to."

"Th-thanks.",he stated. Lowering his hand as they continued to walk down the hall. Ignoring the straight jacketed variant that was following them. Mumbling things that neither of them could catch. But neither really wanted to. All they were interested in was finding keys for the door they'd seen. As Waylon had noticed it was being blocked by a body. Well, the body was handcuffed to it. He figured it would probably need one of the security guard's keys. Waylon hoped that they would work for the cuffs. He let go of Elliot's hand as he checked one security guard's pockets. Finding nothing on the man. Not even a can of pepper spray. This annoyed him slightly then he went into the nearby bathroom to check if there were any in there. There was one laying on his stomach. Kneeling down, he quickly frisked the body's pockets. Immediately finding the man's keys in his back pocket. Holding them up, he hurried out of the room. Calling Elliot's name as he held them up triumphantly. Elliot came out from a room in front of him with a few batteries. Handing them to Waylon, he said,"Found these in a room. Figured that they could work for your camera."

"Oh, thank you.",Waylon stated. Taking them from the shorter man, he glanced back at where they came from. Realizing that they probably wouldn't be able to get back through it. If it was just himself, he would've given it a shot. But he doubted that Elliot would've been able to go through. So he just motioned that they walk through where Elliot came from. As they started walking through the sterile room, they heard someone slamming into something. When they got to the doorway of the other room, they saw a man slamming himself into a door. Right until it broke down. And the patient ran off before they could talk to him. Grabbing his companion's hand, Waylon started walking forward. Elliot moving along with him as cautiously as possible. While they walked, they glanced around to see if the cannibal was still around. So far, they hadn't seen him around. For the briefest moments, they felt utterly relieved and like they were going to get away from him.

Then the buzz-saw sounded once again.

And they heard the screams of,"FEED ME! FEED ME! FEED ME!"

Both picked up the pace as they made their way to the blockade. Elliot scaled up the thing first and Waylon hurried after. Getting to the body, he uncuffed it as he watched for the bloodied man. Who was trying to climb the blockade with the saw in his hand. When the corpse was uncuffed, he took the handcuffs and got into the hallway with Elliot. Shutting the door, he put the cuffs back on it. Hoping it would keep the cannibal from getting to them. Turning back to Elliot, he motioned for him to keep walking. Neither knowing where they were going to end up next.

When was he going to be done with this bullshit? All he wanted to do was find his boss. Now he was stuck hanging out a window. Trying to keep away from the creepy twins from earlier. Who were still calling him 'little rabbit' for some reason. Ignoring this, he dis his best to move along the edge. Gritting his teeth as he listened to them insult him. One of them wanting to pull him in and slit his belly open. A feeling of dread washing over him as he moved along. Getting to the nearest broken window, he carefully got back into the hall. Noticing that the two twins were gone. And he was grateful for that. Not only because they weren't going to stab him.

But because he wasn't going to see their naked forms anymore. Something that he'd found slightly more disturbing than their knives. Shoving those thoughts aside, he headed towards the other door. Continuing to walk to the security room near him. Soon as he got in, he shut the door behind himself. Just in case the twins came back they wouldn't find him so easily. Heading towards the desk with a button to the doorway, he pressed it. Smiling as it lit up and gas started spilling into the room. Which faded when he saw the large mutilated man from earlier. He'd seen him tear a grown man's head off his shoulders a moment before. Now, he was standing directly in front of him again. Glaring right into his eyes as he raised both his fists. Slamming them hard into the glass, causing Raphael to jump. Turning around, he rushed around to find a way out. Realizing that both doors in the room were locked. And that there was no way he could escape the giant man. At least that's what he thought until he spotted that the vent had popped open. Climbing up onto the desk, he climbed into the vent. Crawling through it as he turned on his camera's night vision. As he moved along, he heard the glass finally shatter. Accompanied by the mutilated man screaming at the top of his lungs.

Shouting things that he couldn't make out. And didn't really want to. Raphael ignored it as he got out of the vent and headed back the way he came. Figuring dealing with the naked twins was better than the mutilated man in the security room. Just as he got close to the automatic doors, he heard an explosion go off. The impact of which had thrown him through a nearby window. A second later, he found himself landing on a pile of something...something that was sticky, wet, and smelled uncomfortably familiar. When he got his wits about him, he turned to see he was laying on a pile of corpses. Various people in different states of decay and mutilation. Struggling to not vomit, he picked up his dropped camera. Holding it up, he started heading towards the stairs. Only freezing when he saw the mutilated man from earlier getting onto the stairs. Quickly, he headed to a padded room and slid under a bed. Feeling like a five year old hiding from a monster. Musing slightly that it was sort of like that. The mutilated man did somewhat look monsterous in a certain light.

Shoving his thoughts aside again, he checked through his camera. Putting a hand over his mouth when the big man came into the room. Standing in the doorway for a brief moment and mumbling things to himself. Something about containment. Then he said,"I can make the pain stop..."

Raphael wasn't in pain and he definitely didn't need the man's brand of 'help'. Staying silent, he watched him walk out and away from the stairs. Carefully, he crawled out from under the bed and booked it to the stairs. Jumping over the blockade in front of it and sprinting up them. Not once looking back to see if the mutilated man was behind him or not. All he wanted to do was get out of the corpse littered room and find his boss. While he ran, he heard the man say,"Little pig?"

"LITTLE PIG!",he called after him. Followed by loud slamming against something. He realized that it was a gate next to him. Which made him book it faster. Heading towards a similar gap that he'd gone through a couple of hours ago. His heart was pounding in his ears as he heard footsteps behind him. The man's grunting breaths as well. Raphael didn't dare look behind him as he squeezed through the gap. Then turned to his right and booked it to the little gap that he could see. Thinking if he could hide there, the man wouldn't find him. Just as he got through, someone tapped him on the shoulder. Letting out a squeal of fear, he turned around. Pointing his camera to the tapper. It was just a man curled up on the bed that was blocking the door. Eyes wide with fear and hands over his ears in pain. Giving a soft apology, he got to his feet and headed into the other room. Noticing the corpse that the mutilated man had left on the ground. Ignoring it, he looked for a way out. The only thing he noticed that looked like a way out of the place was up. Which was a few beds put together in a sort of ladder. Getting onto the bed, he climbed up to another ledge. One of the patient's called him nurse for some reason. Ignoring him, he moved along. Getting through the levels the best he could until he reached another hole in the ground. Soon as he got down it, he saw something through his camera.

A strange shape that floated by like a ghost.

Part of him just wanted to write it off as his camera malfunctioning. That it wasn't a real thing and Miles just owed him a camera. But he thought he heard something. Heard a soft voice call out to him. He chewed his bottom lip as he headed where the shape had gone. Going to where he'd seen some patients climb down before. Climbing through it, he crawled down it until he found himself in the sewer. While he walked through it, he heard the whispering once again. Something calling to him. For a moment, he considered following the whispers. Just to see where they were leading him. Then he decided against it as he continued his path. Getting the water drained from the lower level and avoiding the mutilated man once again. Who was hot on his heels as he climbed down the ladder as quick as possible. Running around the lower level until he reached another ladder. When he climbed up, he briefly caught sight of the priest from earlier. Raphael hurried to the nearest gate to get a better look at him. In an annoyed voice, he shouted,"WHERE'S MILES?! WHY DID YOU DO THIS TO US?!"

The priest didn't acknowledge him as he continued to sing. Walking away from him as Raphael continued to scream at him. Soon as the priest was gone, he went to the door near him. Finding a patient hiding in a barricade. Speaking about things he found strangely interesting. Dead doctor doing experiments on the living. That was strange in his mind but he put it to the back of his mind as he moved on. Struggling through the sewer until he finally got out. Walking through another portion of it, he found himself in the male ward. Or what he assumed was the male ward. A few people were either hiding or curled up in fear. Of what, he wasn't sure of. He tried to keep away from them as he got into an emergency room. Well, it sort of looked like one. As there were some patients laying on cots in the room. Raphael ignored them as he checked the only door in the room.

Locked, of course it was.

He glanced around for another vent to go through. Hopping up into it, he started crawling forward as quickly as possible. Dropping into the room he'd observed from the other one. When he got over to the blockade, the man in the chair started screaming. Shouting about wanting meat. While two men tried to break in. It wasn't too hard for him to realize that he wanted to eat him. And he shoved the blockade out of the way. Hurrying into another room and blocking it off. Continuing to move blockades as the men chased him. Right until he got to a gap in the floor. Raphael jumped over it as quick as possible. Nearly missing the edge of the gap. Pulling himself up, he continued to run. Jumping over more blockades until he got to a room with no way out. And nothing to block the door with. As he stood there thinking of what to do, a voice called out,"Who's down there?"

"You're not one of them, are you? Get into the dumbwaiter if you want to live!",it urged. Raphael did as instructed. Nearly grinning as the cannibals bursted in. All of them sounding disappointed as he went up. Allowing himself to breathe, he set a hand on his chest. Feeling relieved until the dumbwaiter stopped at the top. A ragged looking man stood waiting for him. Looking as if he'd been skinned alive, only wearing a mask and apron. Grinning at him, he said,"You made the right choice there, Buddy."

Punching Raphael a few times in the face. Making him disoriented as he loaded him into a wheelchair. His head felt like shit as the man moved him along. Wheeling him through several halls before getting him into an elevator. Mumbling something about having another body to harvest. Soon as the elevator got to the floor he wanted, he wheeled him past a few patients. Some were groaning. One was laying in the middle of the room. Looking as if he wasn't alive. The strange man said nothing as he wheeled him into a well lit bathroom. Covered in severed body parts, blood, puke, and viscera. And for some strange reason, an empty wheelchair. The sight of which infuriated the man who'd wheeled him in. He shouted,"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Really? He thinks he can walk out on me?"

"If there's something I can't stand, is quitters!",he hissed. Not to Raphael but to no one in particular. Turning to Raphael, he smoothed his features slightly as he took a deep breath. With a fake grin, he said,"Well, Buddy. We're just going to have to put your consultation on hold for a moment."

"Gotta find our other little friend before I can help you. So sit tight while I look for him.",he said. Patting Raphael's shoulder as he headed out of the bathroom. He strained his ears to listen for his footsteps as he tested the straps on his wrists. When he was sure the man was gone, he struggled to free himself from the chair. These straps were tougher than he anticipated and he realized he wasn't going to get himself free. It didn't stop him from trying. Right until he heard footsteps approaching the bathroom. Holding his breath, he glanced to the door. Fearing it was the aproned man again. Having either killed or found the other 'patient'. A grin came to his face when he saw it wasn't him...it was Miles.