A/n: Honestly I was about to give up on this fanfic. I just dont know if its interesting enough for others to want to keep reading.

So really I had a hard time getting this up anyway because of some issues with software and blah blah blah. THough the next chapter will involve a lot of Eddie x Oc so there is something for you all to look forward to.

After narrowingly escaping the large beast of a man whom had been mere inches from ending her life, 262 finally came to the file room. The very place that she had been so desperate to get to in hopes for answers that would somehow clear everything up. With a deep breath in she pushed open the wooden door, and all hopes of finding anything worth recovery were blown away.

Across the roof, the walls and even on the floor where blood smeared handwritten words saying "Lies All Lies", however the worst of it was the fact that all the files and their contents had been scattered everywhere in an unorganized manner. It was almost as if someone didn't want anyone to be able to find things from certain folders. Perhaps a former security guard as 262 looked down at the dead corpse before her of a former guard who was now decapitated with his guts sprawled across the floor.

Sighing and smacking her hand against her forehead, 262, as defeated as she was, crossed the room being mindful of the corpse as she tried hard not to be sick. Although from everything she had seen in this hell hole, it was starting to become all too comfortable now. Taking a seat in the office chair that swiveled, 262 thought she mays as well rest her feet after having traveled such a distance all for nothing.

Looking up at the ceiling she once more sighed "What is the point of living anymore?" Bitterly she said as she closed her eyes and twirled the chair around and around "Maybe I'm just better off not knowing" Again she spoke so soft and out of place despite the nearby bloody corpse and mess this Asylum had become.

Eventually she stopped twirling feeling the blood in her head whoosh around causing her to become dizzy, and instead opened her eyes and leaned forward putting her head in her hands. At first she thought she might rest up and way out her options. It was highly unlikely that Eddie would be all too happy to see her, and by know it was obvious the inmates only wanted to kill her or use her for their own selfish fantasies.

Then something caught her attention, it was beneath the desk and well hidden too, an old leather journal. Of course 262 wanted to dismiss it but curiosity had snagged at her mind and she reached out grabbing the smooth leather surface and bringing it up to the desk as she flicked through the pages. Only when one particular name popped up did she know that this was Jeremy Blaires journal. Of all things to have found in this nightmare of a place, she had to find that assholes journal.

Project Walrider

Over 40 years ago Murkoff had both male and female patients within the vicinity. However when the female patients began to suffer from phantom pregnancies, the corporation had to do something about it. Majority of the patients claimed that this demon like creator was coming to them in their dreams. What was worse was it was becoming far worse with those being put into the engine. These phantom pregnancies became fatal, causing the patient to miscarry and often die.

Doing what they thought was best, the patients were moved further off down the Asylum, but the situation got worse, so much that even female staff members became affected. Over time Murkoff had to remove all patients from the building. Only a few staff members remained. Tests were showing that 1 in 3 women were becoming pregnant because of this Walrider. Heck some of the patients even claimed that the nanites were attempted to be reborn.

I guess there isn't much you can say or do to dispute that. Although I find it fascinating how the female patients seem to be far more receptive of the Walrider compared to our male patients.

That's why I've asked for a meeting later, put some theories forward. I'd really love to see how this Walrider is attempt to rebirth itself. Not that Rick would be too happy to hear about this, but who cares about him.

-Jeremy Blaire.

Experiment 262722

Status: Undetermined

After a few threads being pulled here and there my Scientists have gotten a team together to experiment on a young woman that's coming in. Turns out she's very good at the whole lucid dreaming, it's apparently some trend. So when I heard about it I had a few teams head out to find me the best. Had a few strings pulled of course to get the girl here, I mean maybe it was just luck that she ended up being high and hallucinating enough to be taken in by the cops and brought here.

She'll be an excellent pet project, maybe it'll even stir up some competition with Hope for fucks sake.

Currently the girl is in our holding cells, we'll have to wait for the drugs to get out of her system first before we begin any form of testing on her. Not that she'll be able to remember much afterwards. Although if I am to be honest I'm highly excited to begin our experimentations on her.

My only issue with things so far is that we have been experiencing strange energy surges. I suppose I should be thankful in a way, Hope almost made a lateral connection yesterday, if it wasn't for that surge then he might have gotten further than any of our other patients.

-Jeremy Blaire

Experiment: 262722

Status: Somewhat mentally stable

First round of Testing, has been on hormone therapy for a full week now.

Maybe it's pure luck or maybe I really do have a good eye for girls. After a full week we've decided she's ready for the sphere and what would you know, the damn bitch made a direct connection with the walrider. No out of control REM cycle, breathing and heart rate perfect and not to mention no cell deaths.

I can't say everything went according to plan though. The moment she was in we had a power surge followed by her sphere breaking. Not even our ground control could bring her down. Everything went into a full lockdown and by the time the girl had become too exhausted we scooped her up and placed her in an isolation medical bay.

I even had a little talk with her, she seems relatively sane but appears to mix up her time and days not to mention she can't remember anything at all, not even her own name. We can make great use with that. Only issue is she isn't pregnant and whatever connection she made with the Walrider seems to have faded over time. A little disappointing yes but also she made a stunning record break that I can toss in Hopes face.

Despite the black blood, which may be due to chemical toxins, she is seemingly decent. I might even run an experiment on her and introduce her to Hope, see if there's a spark between them. Either way we'll continue to run tests on her, even if I have to fuck the bitch myself I'm sure we'll get what we want at the end.

-Jeremy Blaire

Slamming the journal closed, 262 couldn't take it anymore, the girl that Jeremy was describing was not her, she was not this patient, not this little rat lab of theirs as she scoffed and shook her head side to side in fury. "FUCK!" She yelled as she slammed her fist into the desk making a loud thud sound.

Hot tears streamed down her face as she sobbed trying hard not to let her emotions get the better of her, although the moment was fleeting when she froze hearing the sound of chains rattling. There could only be one explanation for that as 262 hide under the desk as best as she could clutching the journal as if somehow it would protect her.

A Nearby door was slammed open followed by grunting and slurs before the chains clattered again and the monstrous man stepped into the office room. In the light she could see just how nightmarish he looked, with his large head, beady little eyes, sharp teeth and the damn mouth bit that held his mouth open. Even the self inflicted wounds on him and his gnarly hands made her shudder as the man seemed to stand there for a moment or two muttering to himself before he turned and left.

Taking in a much needed breath, 262 brushed aside her tears and waited a few minutes before she got to her shaky legs. She'd been too close to death this time and with all her emotions going through the motions, she wasn't sure how the hell she'd manage this as she got up and tossed the damn journal to the ground in anger despite her trembling hands.

Whom ever Jeremy Blaire thought she was, was not who she truly was, not anymore anyway as she shuddered and peeked around the corner noting that Chris was no longer in sight. Sighing in relief she began to carefully wander back out from hiding and although she was lost and confused, she prayed she would find the exit nearby.

However she kept to the darkness, lingering in the shadows to avoid any detection just in case someone else was nearby. Eventually she had to backtrack her way to the office room and find a new route because she kept running into dead ends. Thankfully she'd come to a small lobby areas as she sighed feeling a little less stressed out. Although she paused at the faintest sound that was echoing from the darkness of the hallways.

A set of heavy footsteps followed by the rattling sound of chains and grunting cause 262 to gasp in fear. She was lost, confused and not to mention too exhausted to out run anyway as she gripped the side of her arms in utter fear. Her eyes flashed wide open when a man came dashing out into the light, he wasn't an inmate that was for sure as he held a camera in one hand and a tan jacket of sorts.

"Quick run!" The man said loudly as he gripped 262 by the arm and pulled her along with him. The man named Chris Walker was short behind as 262 found it hard to keep up with the stranger as he pulled her along. "We have to get to safety or else he'll kill us both" the man yelled in the darkness as he huffed and puffed pushing opens various doors and running around corners.

262 wasn't sure how this man was able to guide his way around various objects in the dark until she realized he had nightvision on his camera. Just who the hell was this guy? Eventually they stopped when they could no longer hear CHris and had ran up a couple flights of stairs.

This strange man paused and leans up against the wall for a brief moment clearly exhausted just as much she was. "Jesus that was a close one…" He said with a faint sigh. "Come on We need to get the hell out of here" He said and gestured for her to follow him which 262 eagerly did.

Desperately she hoped this man wasn't some insane guy like Eddie that had just replaced his clothes with someone else's outfit. As he walked through, pushing open a door in the process, they came out into a dim lit hallway, it was only then did she grasp a proper look at the stranger. His jacket was tan and he seemed to be wearing some sort of white shirt underneath, not to mention his dark brown hair was slicked back, although a little messy now it probably made him look dashingly handsome as 262 looked him up and down.

After a moment or two the stranger turned around and it looked like he was about to introduce himself with a smile on his face, that is until he noticed what she was wearing. "Wait...you're….Your one of them?" He said almost jumping back 10ft. Even his skin had gone to a ghostly pale in fear of her?

"No…..No I'm not!" 262 begged desperately, she wanted to be normal again, she wanted to be saved and somehow survive all of this and that's what this man represented. Hope, salvation, sanity.

Looking her up and down, the man realized she was a woman, it was obvious by her chest and he could tell she was just barely surviving as she sighed taking a moment or two to way out his options. "Ok...Look my name is Miles and I'm a journalist...I didn't come here to save anyone but...You might be useful. But if you try and kill me..."Miles glared up at her sending a shiver down her spin "You won't see tomorrow's sunrise" He said in a stoic way as he adjusted something on his Camera before aiming it at here.

Clearing his throat Miles appeared almost like some professional cameraman. "First off what's your name-" What ever Miles had been planning on doing had been interrupted by the loud crashing sound of a door being bursted wide opened causing the two to jump in fright.

"Little Pig Little PIG!" Chris roared as he began to charge with all force.

Miles began to turn and run looking over at 262 desperately wanting her to run, but the gap between them was too large for him to grab her. Lost in the moment 262 knew she wouldn't be able to outrun Chris this time. The beast of a man was almost upon her anyway as 262 turned and looked back at Miles. Even he must have known there was no way for her to survive this as 262 began to run, but by that time she swore she could feel Chris' breath upon her neck.

In despair there was only one way out of this as 262 sucked in a deep breath and jumped out the nearest window falling down five stories high knowing that this was the end, that this was where she had to draw the line and save what shred of sanity she did indeed have left.

The last thing she could remember was hearing a sharp loud splitting crack followed by an overload of pain before everything went completely black.

They always say that in death it's dark and cold, however the hazy feeling did not seem right as 262 groaned knowing this familiar sensation, this bitter cold and lifeless feeling as she looked up i the darkness and sighed. "Here...Again?" She muttered softly knowing that her Walrider was near.

Struggling to her feet and clutching her stomach, the inky figure of the Walrider appeared before her, as cryptic as it always was, although even 262 noted that its form was shifting, at times she swore it was mimicking her body frame and at other times it just seemed like a swarm of bees. "Here Again...Yes" The Walrider answered with its typical disemboweled voice.

At least that was one thing she'd become ok with as she rubbed her temples "Am I...We...Dead?" She wondered as she tried to clear her head. She knew that the human brain can still be active for the next 7 minutes although she wasn't sure if her brain was intact anymore.

When the Walrider didn't respond, 262 glared up at it disapproving of its silence. "No, Alive we still are." It said although as it began to circle around her, 262 had a feeling it was keeping something from her. A secret she knew she desperately wanted to know more so then who she was once was. "We moved to a safe location" It said as if having read her mind.

Grumbling and clearly frustrated 262 screwed up her face and folded her arms over her chest. "What the hell do you mean by that huh? We plummeted to our damn death, we should be nothing but damn moosh" 262 violently exclaimed with a loud huff.

Ignoring her tantrum like attitude, the Walrider seemed to just continue floating around her, its form shifting from time to time. "We are not normal. We are something different and more. Together we can survive, rebuild. However split you will die and we will have to find another host" THe Walrider stated as if it was a mere fact.

Part of 262 understood that whole fuse side of things but the rest she didn't. "You mean regeneration?" She bitterly questioned.

"Yes...You could say that. Our cells reform together, put back into place. You can not die while we are fused." Again the Walrider said as if it wasn't that much of a big deal.

Although 262 saw it a different way as she screwed up her face and stomped her foot against the ground. "So what you are telling me is that we can't die, we are immortal or some crap huh?" Her voice cracked slightly as she felt tears welling up in her eyes. "Why didn't you tell me all of this from the start?" She demanded feeling her raw emotions starting to come undone.

As if this was what the Walrider had been waiting for, it stopped in motion to face her. Maybe it was reading her mind, trying to find an answer but its silence was unbearable until it did finally speak up. "And now you see. We can't die, we are not weak, we are strong." And just as 262 come to fully understand what the Walrider had been meaning all this time through its cryptic messages, it shifted into a form that was both impressive and monstrous.

A Spark of energy trailed over its body as it formed into something humanoid, similar to the black inky walrider she'd seen previously in the lab. Although before her stood an 8ft being with gray leathery looking skin and vibrant blue electricity running through its body like veins and its facial features. This was her Walrider, a being fused within her that could not truly escape, a sentient being of technology and fused with its host it could regenerate her cells and enhance her lifespan to great lengths.

It was like being reborn all over again, and any shred of former humanity and fear within 262 had now fully passed.

Stirring from her sleep, 262 awoke in the darkness of an old cell room laying on a dirty old mattress as she sat on the edge and got back her balance. Her body ached all over but she felt strange, on the inside more so than the outside as she hesitantly stood up and rubbed her forehead. Who was she anymore? It had been one of her biggest questions and now she knew. 262 was a Walrider and that was all that mattered to her as she looked in the dirty old mirror across from her.

Her dark brown hair looked like a mess, heavy bags under her eyes had slowly faded from the brief amount of rest she'd obtained but her skin looked fresh and pale with almost no blemishes. As for her clothes...well the fall must have destroyed them as 262 stood stark naked in the dark taking in a deep long breath.

"Time to finish what we started" She said in a dark and bitter tone not once showing any form of emotion as she cracked her neck and began her journey all the way back to where she knew the Other Walrider and Hope would currently be.