Chapter 3: Ormond

Frank made his way around, patrolling generators, as usual. There was no sight of survivors anywhere. Not a single generator had been touched, but there was one he hadn't checked. Frank stepped inside the lodge, and suddenly there was a feeling of warmth. Everything else was different, but the lodge was just as he remembered it. He looked around, forgetting his mission. He was hit with so many memories. Frank remembered all the great times they had. Joey being a show-off, Susie being an absolute goofball and Julie was there to keep them from ending up in the hospital. Frank was lost in his thoughts. He continued looking around, until he came across their mural, scrawled in red spray paint:

THE LEGION

F.J.S.J

4 EVER

Right beside it, their signature symbol. The smiley face. That mural was made when they first created The Legion. They had completed their very first mission, and wanted to celebrate by making the group official. They took an oath that night. The Legion wouldn't fall apart, no matter what got in their way. But that was all a lie. Frank was interrupted by the sounds of whispering. It was a very panicked voice. He suddenly snapped back into action, and followed the voice. He looked over a bar table and found two survivors hiding behind it. A woman with curly blonde hair, she looked very under dressed for this weather. The other, a man wearing a light jacket and bruised knuckles, as if he had just gotten out of a fight. "Kate, run! I'll take care of this S.O.B." He spoke with an English accent. The girl started to run and the English man grabbed an old beer bottle. He smashed the end on the table and held the broken glass up to Frank. Frank tried to slash him, but he dodged his knife. He was tough and surprisingly nimble. Frank tried once more to hit the survivor, but he ended up getting pushed to the floor with broken glass in his shoulder. What was left of the bottle broke on impact. As Frank tried to pick himself up, he realized his photo had fallen out of his pocket. He tried reaching for it, but the survivor stomped his foot on Frank's hand. He picked up the photo and took a quick glance at it. "Looking for this?" Frank tried to free himself, but as he was finally loosened enough, the survivor threw the photo into the still-lit fireplace. Frank watched as the photo burned. The only photo he had left of them together, gone forever. Frank was suddenly filled with rage. He heard the Entity's voice, telling him the survivors were all his, encouraging him to kill them. He went into a feral frenzy. Frank got up and knocked the survivor down to the ground. He tried to crawl away, but Frank grabbed his leg and yanked him back. The survivor turned around and tried to shield himself, but Frank stabbed through the survivor's throat. Frank looked at his bloodied hands, and then at the survivor, spitting up blood and gasping for air. Frank was in a state of euphoria, the sight of blood made him feel joyous. He longed to kill more survivors.

Frank left the survivor to die and went on the hunt for more pests to kill. He made his way around, searching through lockers and looking around generators once more. It didn't take him long to find a generator that was almost repaired. Frank could practically sense the survivors around him. Frank took a look at his surroundings and listened carefully. Frank was just about to head off to a new generator, but the sounds of grass rustling caught his attention. He turned around and headed in the direction he heard the rustling coming from. He slowly made his way to a tree. As he reached the tree, he quickly darted his head to the other side. He found the woman from earlier. She screamed and ran as fast as she could, throwing down a decrepit pallet. Frank quickly destroyed the pallet and kept chasing after her. Frank caught up to the survivor. Just as she was about to jump through a window, he grabbed a hold of her shirt and pulled her back. Just as he was about to stab her in the back, Frank was knocked down by a metal pipe. As he picked himself up, he heard another survivor speaking: "Come on, Kate!" it was another girl, and she had a very high voice. Frank regained strength, and he was furious. He saw the two running. He quickly ran for them, knife in the air, ready to strike as soon as he could. As he got closer, he saw the survivor that helped Kate. She had black hair tied up in a bun and a polo that read "Laser Bears". She looked too young to be here. Frank didn't care, though. As soon as he got close enough, Frank grabbed her hair. She screamed and Frank pulled her close enough to slit her throat. Frank threw the girl to the floor and she held her throat, clinging on to life. Frank watched as Kate looked back, then decided to keep running. Just two more to go.

It was difficult to see through the fog and the falling snow. Frank felt the air grow colder, and he just kept searching for the final survivors, looking everywhere he believed they'd be hiding. He began to lose focus, and started to grow weary. Not a single generator has been touched. He started to wonder if the last two survivors actually exist, or if he had just been hallucinating the survivors the whole time. But just as Frank was ready to give up all hope, he heard the sound of a completed generator. Fuck, I must've missed one! Frank started to run for the completed generator, ready to kill whoever was there. As he arrived, he saw the foot prints of two survivors. This is it. He followed them all the way back to the lodge. He stepped inside. The first man to die was still there, eyes wide open on the floor. There were foot prints, but they faded. Although, he could make out the general direction they were walking. Frank began heading to the basement. As he made his way downstairs, he heard whispering. He tried to hurry, but as soon as he got down there the whispering stopped. There were four lockers, and two survivors. He had to play a guessing game. He went to the back of the basement and thought for a moment. He looked at the locker to his left. He thought he heard faint whimpering coming from the locker, so he walked closer. There was definitely somebody in there. Slowly, Frank reached for the door. He gripped his knife and was ready to end the life of whoever was hiding in there. Just as he was about to open it, the locker behind him swung open. A survivor he'd never seen before jumped out and put him in a head lock. He dragged Frank away, and he yelled "Now!" Kate jumped out of her locker, wielding a metal spike she must've pulled from one of those hooks. She took the spike and shoved it through his chest. Frank thought that was it, that he was dead. But it just sent him into another frenzy. He grabbed the arm of the detective holding him back and flipped him over his shoulder. Frank pulled the spike from his chest as the detective got back up. Just as the detective looked up, Frank took the spike and impaled him straight through his head. Frank pulled the spike out of his skull and watched as he fell to the floor. He turned back and looked at the woman, she was cowering in a corner. Frank picked his knife back up from the floor and walked straight towards her. She didn't try to run. She just sat there, looking terrified. Frank stabbed her in the gut and twisted the knife. The girl grabbed a hold of the knife and looked at Frank. Blood spilled from her mouth and she stopped moving. Frank removed his knife, and just stared at her as the dark fog surrounded him.

To Be Continued...