I was making my way back to the truck when the sirens went off again. I stopped walking; I belonged to the darkness now, right? Does it really matter what I do at this point? My thoughts were interrupted by something moving. I looked up to see a shadow go in the direction of the truck. Great.

I continued onwards and reached my truck. Nothing was wrong with it, and there was no one there. Maybe I was seeing things, I thought to myself.

Really, now, I don't think you were seeing things.

"Get out of my fucking head!" I accidentally screamed out loud. I'm glad I did though, because once I did, something moved in the bed of the truck.

I walked up the tire and pulled myself up over the side of the truck. I when my head was over the side of the truck, it was immediately introduced to a strangers fist. I fell off the side of the truck with a grunt; that really frickin hurt!

I brought my hand to my face; my nose was bleeding. I looked back at the truck to see a person; she looked about my age, twenty two or so, and she had her long, mahogany colored, hair up in a ponytail. Her eyes were wide with the realization of her hitting me; or rather, one of them was. Her right eye was covered by an eye patch. She jumped down from the truck and came over to me. No way, hoe! I'm getting even.

When she was close enough to me, I rolled onto my stomach, put my weight on my hands, and spun my body, causing my legs to hit hers and make her fall on her butt; believe it or not, I learned that trick from Josh. I don't really know why this was so amusing to me, it could be the loss of blood, but I was in hysterics.

"What are you laughing at?" she spat at me, her voice dripping with venom. Apparently, she did not enjoy falling on her butt.

"You're on the ground," I told her before I continued laughing. I saw her try to hide a smile. At least she had some sense of humor. "So, would you mind explaining to me why you were going through my stuff?"

"That's your stuff?"She asked, "I just…I'm sorry, I thought it was free game. And I thought you were…." She trailed off and shuddered.

"I was what?" I prompted. She looked at me and her eye got all wide.

"That." she said, her voice shaking.

I turned around to see something limping towards us. Was this fog always here? Why is it so hard to see all of a sudden? It wasn't a problem for too long, though, because the thing was limping fairly quickly. As it came closer, it became clearer; it wasn't human, clearly not human because it didn't have a face, and in a nurses dress. The shape of its body gave it a feminine appearance, that and the dress, but what really caught my eye was the sharp, shiny, scalpel it held in its hand.

What are you waiting for? Kill it!

This very well may be the only time I will listen to you, voice. Got that? Just this once.

I stood up and pulled the girl with me. I walked her back over to the truck and took out my satchel. I dug around until I found not only my pocket knife, but one on my sandwiches was gone as well. I made a mental note to yell at the girl later, but for now, there was a problem at hand.

"Stay behind the truck." I ordered the girl.

"No," she rebelled, "I'm not useless!"

"Without a weapon," I held up my knife for emphasis, "you are."

She was silent as I made my way to the nurse. I pulled the blade out of my knife. Now I know what you're thinking. You're thinking of a tiny Swiss army knife blade, right? Well, I have one of those six inch blades. Yeah, got to love that army dad!

The nurse screamed with rage as I approached it. It took a swing at me, but missed by about, oh, five feet. I took this chance to run up and kick the nurse in the stomach. Instead of flying back, like I thought it would, it merely stumbled back a step or two and took another swing; that time, it came really close to my face. I dropped down to my knees so that I resembled a frog and stuck out one leg. I put my weight on my hands and spun my body, tripping the nurse. It wailed as it fell on the ground. I held its hand down with my foot so it couldn't cut me. Then, I slit its throat.

It gargled a bit as it died, but other than that, it was silent. Blood was all over the ground around the body of the currently limp nurse. I looked back at the girl who was looking at me approvingly.

"That was fast," she commented, "where did you learn that?"

"Well, see, my dad gave me combat training and my friend, Josh, taught me how to break dance."

"Where did he learn that?" she pondered.

"I don't know; he's good at everything." I chuckled at my inside joke.

"Right. My name is Evie; Evie Gowens." She introduced herself whilst extending her hand.

"Cecelia O'Donnel. Nice to meet you, Evie." I said, shaking her hand. "So, how did you end up here?"

She looked at the ground as she said, "I just…this is going to sound crazy, but I think a friend of mine is here."

Another noise was heard then. It sounded familiar; I have most defiantly heard it before. My mind wandered to the note that was still in my pocket. Was it Judgment?

The sound became clearer; thud, screech. Thud, screech. Thud, screech. It was most defiantly Judgment. I reached into the bed of the truck and pulled out my guitar. I had it in front of me this time, just in case. Evie was looked at me like I was crazy before turning away from me to look for the sound. She must not have met Judgment yet. Well, that was about to change.

The sound soon subsided and I turned around to see Judgment directly in front of me. I jumped a bit at the lack of space between us. He reached out his hand and strummed the guitar; he was saying hello.

"Hello to you too." I greeted him. Evie turned around then and gave a surprised gasp. Judgment looked up from me and looked at her. A low, almost growling sound, could be heard from under his helmet. "No, no, none of that. She's a friend. Okay? Yes? Maybe? Can you nod if you get it?" Judgment nodded and the noise ceased.

"What, I mean, who is that?" Evie asked, a little astounded.

"The people of this town call him 'Judgment', but I don't think that's really his name." I looked back at Judgment, "Do you have a name?" I asked him.

He looked around for a moment before looking at the dead nurse. He walked over to it, dragging his knife as well, and bent down to put his hand in the blood. He then began to write on the pavement. I motioned for Evie to follow me as I walked over to see what he was writing. It read:

Pyramid Head, Red Pyramid, The Boogie Man, and Judgment.

He wiped his hand on his smock and looked at us.

"These are your names?" I asked. He nodded. "Should we stick with Judgment then?"

He didn't seem to hear me; he was too busy looking to the right of us. He turned suddenly and started to walk away. He disappeared from sight just as Lily, Shane, Josh and Oliver came up to us.

"Sissy, you made a new friend?" Lily asked. Shane was glaring at me.

"If you are going to glare at me every time you look at me, I'm going to staple your eyes shut." I told Shane. To Shane and me, this was joking; to everyone else, it was a threat. That's why it was amusing to us.

"I wouldn't glare at you every time I saw you," he retorted, "if every time I saw you, you didn't have a new injury."

I brought my hand to my nose again. The blood had stopped flowing, but it was still there.

"Um, yeah, that would be my fault." Evie spoke up.

Shane looked at her and smiled as he said, "Oh, that's okay then. My name's Shane; I'm a singer."

I rolled my eyes. "You don't have to talk to him." I told Evie.

"I'm Lily, and this is Oliver and Josh." Lily introduced everyone else.

"Hey, Sissy?" Josh asked, "What's that?" He pointed to the dead nurse.

"That is, that is an awesome question." To be quite honest, I didn't know what it was either.

When no one was looking, I smeared Judgments writing with my foot. Only Evie noticed and shot me a questioning look. I just shook my head.

"I haven't seen you around here," Oliver spoke up, "why is that?"

Evie looked at him and said, "I came here, recently, to look for my friend." I wondered if anyone noticed her slight blush when she said 'friend'. I don't think they did; lucky her.

I bet she can't even tell that you're albino; your hair, is like, brown with dirt. I bet it was from that fall in the museum. It's really not suiting you.

"Shut up, damn it!" I screamed. Everyone looked at me.

"You okay there, girly?" Shane asked.

"Yes. Actually, no, I'm lying. I feel gross. Oliver, where is the closest shower?"

Oliver looked at me like I had just told a really bad joke. "You're kidding, right?" he asked in disbelief. "Haven't you wondered why we're all so dirty? The showers don't work here."

I bet there is a shower in the hospital around the corner.

Confused, I walked around the corner, ignoring the looks I was getting, and sure enough, there was a hospital.

"I don't know about you guys, but I'm going to go take a shower." I told them as I started walking.

"Is she always like this?" I heard Evie ask from behind me.

Shane replied, "No, that's why we're worried."


I walked into the hospital to find it was pitch black. I felt around on the wall for a light switch but found none. Someone tapped on my shoulder. I turned to see Shane handing me the flashlight he had taken from the truck. I switched it on, but immediately shut it off again; there was another nurse in front of us.

"Turn the flash light back on." Josh whispered to me. There was a click behind me.

I did as I was told and turned the light on, shining it on the nurse. It was just like the first one, except this one had a crowbar. It turned to us and got ready to swing, but Josh pushed his way to the front of our group and shot it in the head. It screamed in pain as it came at us again; Josh shot it twice more before it dropped to the floor, dead. I watched Evie walk over to the nurse and pry the crowbar out of its hands. She flashed a grin at me and re joined the group.

"Okay," I said, "in a hospital, the ground floor is the lobby and the second floor is where all the stuff is, right?"

"So we go to the second floor?" Lily guessed.

"Yes, but first we have to go to the basement to turn everything on." I told her.

"So we go to the basement?"

"No," Shane cut in, "we go to the doctor's lounge and get the keys for everything."

"So where is the doctor's lounge?" Josh asked.

"Well, here's a map." Oliver offered the map to me.

I scanned it over; it was down the left hall and the second door on the right. We made our way to the lounge without any problems, but when we got there, it was locked. I wiggled the handle a few times, but it didn't help.

"I got this." Josh said confidently. He made us all take a step back before he turned to the door and kicked it; it didn't open.

"You have no idea how happy it makes me that there is something you can't do." I told him.

"May I try?" Evie asked as she walked up to the door. She looked at the lock for a second, picked at it, then she lifted her leg, and brought her heel down on the doorknob; it came clean off.

We watched, astounded, as she gently pushed the door open. We walked inside the lounge and found another flashlight, a set of three walkie talkies, and a master key.

Split up.

"I think we should split up." I announced. I don't know why I said that, but I couldn't take it back.

Everyone shrugged. We split up into groups of two: Josh and Oliver, Shane and Lily, and Evie and me. We each took a walkie talkie and went our separate ways.