It seems like hours before I woke up. I groan from the pounding in my head and I opened my eyes to find my vision blurred. With a grunt, I use my hands to push myself up to sit up. However I had forgotten about my right wrist and the second I touch the floor, a lightening volt of seering pain suddenly runs up my arm, causing me to exclaim loudly from the pain and I jolted back in reaction. I grit my teeth and squeezed my eyes shut from how bad it hurt. When I looked down with heavy breaths, my wrist bone was sticking out of the skin and blood oozed out. This was hands down the worst pain I have felt in my life... I knew I had to fix this because it would get infected.
Besides having a broken wrist, I notice the psycho had taken off with Sam. I was alone by the elevator. A lot of questions ran through my mind along the lines of, Why didn't he take me too or what is happening to Sam because he took her? Did I betray her by not saving her in time? That thought alone made me feel so horrible... I had to find her and fast! With all the strength I had, I sickly push myself up to my feet with my broken wrist against my chest in short, pained breaths. I stumbled around the empty, and narrow hallway that could lead me out of there. With my other hand, I held myself up to keep myself from falling over. My head was also on fire because of my head being apparently cut open; my blood was caked against my skin. Even my left eye hurt like hell... I could barely open it without it burning.
I turn to another room and notice how there was something that I could fix my wrist. It needed to be fixed then I had to find Sam. She could be hurt... I can't lose her like we lost Josh, Hannah and Beth... I go into the room and ended up falling on the old table that was in the room, and it hurt like hell. I yelled out at the immense pain and slammed my other fist on the table with a loud boom. "SHIT!" I cursed through my gritted teeth. I panted heavily as nausea slowly started to sink in. "Got to fix this..." I panted, straightening myself up. I had taken some classes in high school about medical things on broken bones and things like that. I needed to get this fixed before it gets infected since I don't know how long it had been since I got knocked out by that psycho. Then, I grab hold of my hand and I whimper from the pain. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck...!" I exclaimed through my gritted teeth just from touching my hand. The churning in my stomach increased and tears filled my eyes.
This next part was what made me feel like I was being stabbed multiple times in my stomach... I fixed my wrist with a single twist and a crack was audible in my ears. "AGH! OH MY GOD! OWWWW!" I screamed in immense pain as I feel tears run down my face. Hyperventilating, I fell on the floor on my hands and knees and started to heave. It hurt so much that I was on the verge of throwing up. And that's what happened the more I heaved. The pain was too intense for me to handle at that point.
I had to get out of there... I had to do it for Sam's sake. That makes the adrenaline rush kick in and I push myself up to my feet. I use some bandages to help keep my wrist splint that I found in here. Once I got it tightened, I held it against my chest and moved out of that room. The air around me was freezing the further I went down the hallway. The air blowing around me was getting colder the further I went down the corridor and I shivered, goosebumps running up my spine.
"Sam... Sam... Where are you?" I call out through the pain in my wrist and head. There was no response except for my own voice, which bounced off the walls of the chipping corridor. But I thought I was right on being alone in here; that's until I hear a familiar voice call my name from the end of the corridor, getting me to perk up. It was a man's voice. Mike's voice... How was he here? However that didn't matter, I needed to see him and see if he is alright and see if that psycho had done anything to him. "Mike? Is that you?" I call, moving faster. When I could see him, he had a storm latern in his left hand along with a bloody machete. He looked so beaten up with a few bruises on his face and he looked to have a bloody lip. "Oh god Mike... I'm so glad to see you..." I breathe as I stumbled to get to him. Mike noticed how much I want trying to get to him. "Take it easy there Lilly. You're not looking too good..." he said, coming to my aid. "You're no better... You look like you've been through hell." I comment before noticing that two of his fingers on his left hand were gone...
"Jesus Mike... Where's your fingers?" I wonder, looking up at him. They were wrapped up in bandages and blood was seeping through them. "Be happy you got yours... What happened to your wrist?" he asked, noticing my bloody wrist. "Don't worry about this right now... I'll explain later... Sam's missing. She... She was with me and someone attacked us. He knocked me out before he took her and I don't know what happened to her. I'm worried..." I tell him as we walked down the corridor. He walks a little ahead of me and looked around as if to find an exit. "Don't worry. We'll find her. I'm sure she can't be far." he answered, looking back at me. I keep my splinted wrist close to my chest and tried to keep myself from passing out. And then, I could swear I heard Sam cry out for help. It made me perk up. "That's her! She's here! Cmon..." I say, moving past Mike. Mike ran with me and we eventually found another room with another door. "Mike, can you get that door open?" I ask, looking around the room. "Good thinking." he nodded. As he looked, I find a chair to sit on because I was feeling sick and I noticed how my skin was starting to become pale.
"Lilly? Lilly is that you?" Sam said, getting me to open my eyes. My breathing was ragged and my eyes panned around the to see a small passage way that I didn't see when we came in here. Mike heard Sam's voice too and he goes to the passage way.
As much as I wanted to stand, I felt like I was going to pass out. "Sam? Hey!" Mike called, getting Sam's attention. I could hear the loud scrapping sound of her using her whole weight on a chair that she seemed to be tied to and Mike got her out of there. I pushed myself up to my feet and kept my wrist pressed up against my chest, which now had a dark red blood stain on it.
Once I got over there, Sam had gotten her ankles freed and I held myself up with my other hand. She bent down to where we were. "Oh my god. Lilly are you okay?!" she asked in a worried voice. "My wrist is broken... I splinted it myself." I responded, looking at her. "How did you two find me?" Sam asked curiously. "I found him... After I fixed my wrist... Fucking hell it hurt..." I said, gritting my teeth. "It's alright now Lilly... We'll have a look at it." she comforted. My wrist still hurt like hell and I think it would be best if someone else does the splitting for me.
"Listen, there's some fucking maniac up here on the mountain and he lives in these web tunnels or something like that then I ran into Lilly and then we found you." Mike mentioned to us, keeping his voice low. My breath caught in my throat at what Mike said. He too knows about this pshycopath. But the only question is, how did he know about him? "Listen, this guy you're talking about... He attacked Lilly and I. He showed us these horrid videos, one of them of Josh being killed... Just ripped apart by this huge fucking sawblade..." Sam explained, sounding like she's on the verge of tears. I looked down for just a moment and looked at my wrist, it seemed to get worse by the second. "Jesus Christ...!" Mike exclaimed in disbelief. "That fucker is the one who broke my wrist and gave me this black eye..." I tell them, feeling my wrist and head throb.
"Shit..." Sam gasps in shock. "What the fuck's going on around here...? Listen, this door won't open. Can you open it from your side?" Mike asked. I started to feel nauseous again therefore I go back to the chair I was sitting on earlier. My eyes closed and my breathing was raspy because I was apparently losing blood still. I didn't hear the door open because I was considering I don't think this is splinted corrected. I didn't see Sam unlock the door because of how dizzy I felt. "Lilly, Lilly! Are you okay?! Look at me!" Sam cried as she crouched down in front me. Mike joined us and looked just as worried as Sam was. "I'm okay... Just my wrist..." I responded, looking down at my wrist. Sam took a look at it and tried to hold it. All I did was cry out in pain and she recoiled back. "Holy shit this looks really bad... This needs to be re-splinted. You think you can hang in there until then?" Sam asked, her hands holding onto my other one. I nod in confidence and smile at her.
She smiled back at me and stood up with her backpack and goes over to an old bookshelf that she could change behind. "What're you doing?" Mike asked, observing on what she was doing. "Well, a towel isn't exactly the best thing to wear when fighting off killers. So if you wouldn't mind..." she said, twirling her finger to signal him to turn around, to which he does with his back facing her. She changes into her joggers outfit that she would normally wear whenever we would go on a hiking trip or something. "Okay, time to put this to sleep." she said, coming over to me to help me stand up. I watch as she takes my good arm and throws it over her shoulders. In a second, she hoists me up to my feet and I stood up. "You good?" she asked me. "Yeah, for now. Let's get the hell out of here." I answer, not wanting to stay there any longer. "Amen to that." Mike agreed. And with that, we all leave that room.
"Please!" a voice cried from an adjacent room, getting our attention. "What was that?" Sam wondered. I lift my head up and look around to hear closely. "Was that crying?" Mike asked, also concerned. "I can't decide! I can't!" another voice cried out, a male voice. "It's Chris and Ashley! They're in trouble!" I exclaim, recognizing the voices. We follow the voices and Mike forces open a locked door with his full weight. It crashed open and the first thing we see is Chris and Ashley strapped down to chairs sitting in front of a table. We run to their sides and I take notice that Chris had a gun in his right hand, his free hand. Then, the psycho appeared from the darkness to my right. Fear started to sink in as he appeared and it didn't go unnoticed. Sam stood in front of me in a protective manner. "Noo! No, get away!" Ashley sobbed with terror. She was just as petrified of this guy as I was. Out of instinct, Chris lifted the gun and fired three bullets into the psycho. However, the bullets didn't penetrate the psycho.
"Oh Chris. Oh, Chris, Chris, Chris, Chris." the psycho laughed, walking around us so that he was on the other side of us. "What the fuck?!" Chris exclaimed in confusion. The psycho held out his arms and they started to reach for his mask. "You've heard of blanks before. I mean really?" he said, starting to take off his mask. And who was under that mask made my blood turn into ice and I lost all the color to my skin. There... in the flesh of the psycho under that pale light... was Josh...