Pale-Vale Minimum Security Psychiatric Prison was gloomy, but open, so everyone stepped inside. The walls and floors were intact, but crumbling, and Heather darted forward, noticing several copies of a map on a bench. She handed a few to Douglas, and they started handing them out.

"Jesus, look at this dump. This opened 3 years ago?" Chris accepted a copy of the map, turning to Rebecca.

"Well, that's what my info says, but this place looks like it's been destroyed." Rebecca also took a map, folding it and placing it in her pack.

"Yeah, well, Silent Hill can be deceiving. So now what do we do? Move further inside?" Heather asked, unfolding her copy of the map. Scanning it over, she could see three floors and a basement, and after a closer look could see there wasn't a back door, but a sewer access in the basement lead out of the building. She pointed it out to Chris, who nodded thoughtfully.

"It doesn't look like there's a back door, but that sewer access…" Jill scrunched her face up at Chris's suggestion, obviously not liking his idea of escaping through the sewers.

"Well, it seems like that's our only option, so that's what we'll have to do." Chris said, noticing Jill's face, before walking forward and opened the doors to the reception area. "Let's get down there as fast as possible. The basement door should be over here, if the maps are accurate." Chris pointed towards the stairway in the back.

James and Heather's radios began to hiss quietly, and they both tensed, knowing that it meant bad luck was approaching.

"We should be careful, my radio is acting up." James said as he followed after Jill, who was looking into a reception area.

"I think we'll be fine-"Barry started to say, but as he reached for the door knob, a siren started to sound.

"Oh shit!" James swore and half the group spun, ready to defend against whatever may appear. As they all drew their weapons, something most of the group wasn't expecting happened, causing them to let out cries of horror and surprise.

They all watched, horrified, as the walls began to melt and the flooring burnt away. Goop flowed down the walls, pooling around the room, but not falling through the grating on the floor.

"What's happening!?" Chris asked Heather, but got no reply. He turned to where she had been standing with Douglas, but found nothing and no one. He then, panicked, turned to ask Barry what happened, but found him missing as well.

"Chris!' Jill yelled, pointing at his feet, and he looked down, seeing the black goop absorbing him. He tried to struggle out of it, but found himself falling out of consciousness instead…

Heather woke with a choked scream, rolling off of the gurney she was on and landing hard on the floor.

"Oh god…" She lay there for some time, fighting off nausea, breathing deeply. A hand dropped onto her head, and Heather nearly screamed. Instead she spun and pulled out her gun, trying to focus on the owner of the hand.

"Whoa! Calm down, it's just me…" Barry's face came into focus, and held out his hand to help her up.

"Sorry." Heather apologized, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. "Where are we?" She opened her eyes and accepted Barry's hand up.

"I'm not sure, but I know we're not on the first floor anymore. Or if we are, we're not in the central room anymore. Do you still have your copy of the map? I don't know what happened to mine." Heather dusted herself off, and checked her pockets.

"Yeah, here." She pulled it out and unfolded it, laying it out on the gurney. "What the hell?"

Someone had taken the map, and circled the basement in red ink. In the same coloured ink, someone had written a message.

'He stole the key, so I cut him into pieces.-

I looked in the pieces but I can't find the key!-

…

LET ME OUT-

LETMEOUTLETMEOUTLETMEOUT-

If you let me out I'll give you something good.-'

"Jesus…"Barry held up the map, noticing tiny dots of red on certain parts where the light passed through. "So, what are we supposed to do? Put the guy back together? Find the key? I mean, I don't feel like letting this other guy out, whoever he is."

Heather agreed. "Yeah, but, what choice do we have? That key could be the only way out."

Their options limited, they left the morgue, as it was labeled on the map, and entered a dark hall. There was a strange groaning, which Heather assumed was coming from the boiler, but there was a tapping noise they both had no idea about.

"What is that?" Heather whispered to Barry, who shrugged.

"Maybe it's that guy we need to release? If he's trapped, then it could be him tapping on the wall or something."

They quietly crept through the hall, and pushed open the door of an unlabelled room. Walking in, they couldn't really see anything of interest.

"Well, this room was a bust. I guess every place we go in can't have something useful inside. I mean, unless we really need prisoner records." Heather joked, pulling a box out from the shelf, before looking into it and paling. "Oh."

"What's up?" Asked Barry, who was moving boxes away from a wall. "Hey, I think there's a door here."

"I just found an arm." Heather set the box on a table, before turning to help Barry.

"An…arm? In the box?" he asked, almost as if he didn't believe her.

"No, on the ceiling. Yes in the box. Is it that hard to believe?" She asked, before grabbing a stack of half empty boxes.

"No, just, that's a weird place to leave an arm. Wait, didn't that riddle or whatever on the map say something about someone being chopped into pieces?" Barry asked, and Heather nodded, the doorway finally cleared.

"Yeah. It also said the person who was cut up had taken 'the key'. So there should be a key somewhere." She tested the door, and smiled when it opened. "I would not have been happy if we tried that and it was locked or something."

Barry snorted as they walked through, checking the map. "So, that door wasn't even on this map, so then I guess this is a secret room. What do you think we'll find in here?"

"Maybe a leg!" Heather said, chuckling, before noticing the tapping noise was getting louder. The room they'd entered was empty though, no other doors to be seen.

"Why'd they hide this place with boxes and not put it on the map if it's just empty?" Barry asked, but Heather just shrugged.

"Who knows? Silent Hill defies all sensible nature, and maybe there was something here before. Or…" She trailed off, and moved to one side of the room. "Maybe there's a hidden room. I mean, we have to let some dude out, according to the riddle, so maybe he's somewhere behind a wall?"

Heather then began to tap on the wall with her sword, testing the one side. Barry took the other side, the one that didn't connect to the main hall, feeling for a difference in texture or temperature. It took then several minutes, but eventually Barry noticed something was up.

"Hey Cheryl, take a look at this." He had his hand on the wall, and paint was flaking off under his fingers. "Feel this. Does this feel like drywall to you?"

Placing her hand near Barry's, Heather could definitely feel something else. "It feels like…It feels like brick. Is there a brick wall here?"

Barry shrugged. "I don't know, but we can find out… so long as I find something to ram this wall with."

"Okay then, why don't I mark this down on here-" Heather pulled out the map and drew a box where the room would be, and wrote a reminder to bust down the wall. "-and we keep looking for… whatever we need to look for."

Barry nodded, and they left the area, entering back into the store room. The arm box was still there, and Heather grabbed it on a whim.

"You…want to take the arm with you? Why? I mean, you've got two, I've got two, do we really need an extra?" Barry joke, sounding a little unnerved by Heathers find.

"Well, Silent Hill is run on puzzles. And if the guy this arm belongs to stole a key, I get the feeling we'll have to do something like collect all his pieces before we get the key. I was planning on leaving this back where we woke up anyways. If we get attacked, I can't do anything while holding onto this."

"Good point." The two of them backtracked, putting the boxed arm on a gurney, before continuing. The tapping noise seemed to have gotten more frantic after the two of them had entered the hidden room, and combined with the groaning of the boiler it was creating a deeply unsettling noise.

Heather pulled on doors on the right side of the hall, Barry on the left, and after 6 more busted doors, Barry pulled one open.

"What is it labeled on the map as?" He asked, pointing his light inside.

"Uh." Heather pulled out the paper and squinted. "I think that is the incinerator." She looked up at Barry, and he pushed the door entirely open. They stepped inside, and the lights lit up the room.

It was mostly clean and intact, but almost empty. There was an intact gurney sitting in the middle of the room, with the torso of a man sitting on top.

"Jesus!" The arm had been decently preserved, but the torso not so much. The pair covered their mouths as they moved closer to it, and as they moved closer, Heather could see a chalk outline on the metal.

"Well, I think this is where we need the arm." Barry said, before backing away to look around the rest of the room. Heather nodded, distracted by something scrawled in old blood beside the body.

"10, 14, 11, 22, 7. Burn him and set him free." Heather read out loud, before turning away from the partial body.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Barry asked, turning away from the roaring furnace. "Wait…" Motioning for the map, Heather passed it over and he held it up to the furnace. "Look at this. There's pen or something on some of the rooms. And where you found that arm…"

Heather then spoke up. "There's seven dots. And, look here. There's ten dots." The two looked at each other, before Barry tucked the map in his pocket.

"So I guess we go to room number ten now." He said with a sigh, but Heather shook her head.

"I want to go get that arm before we continue. Then we don't have to back-track to get it later."

"But…" Barry relented. "Ok then, let's grab it and hurry through the other rooms. Or…Do you think you could go yourself and then meet me back here? While you grab the arm, I'll take a look in the next room. Then we won't be wasting so much time down here." He noticed the look on Heathers face, and stopped her before she could object. "Look, this isn't my first mission. Yeah, I've never seen anything like what this town is, but I've survived missions against Umbrella, and they produced some dangerous monsters. I'll be okay, and we can get this done much faster."

"Fine." Heather sighed. "But if I get back before you, and you don't show up within five minutes, I'm coming to look for you, and then we go no where alone." She walked to the door, and turned back to face him. "Be careful. We haven't run into anything yet, but that could change now that we're splitting up."

Barry waved to her. "I'll be fine. See you in a few."

The two moved in opposite directions, and as Heather approached the gurney room, her radio started to hiss lightly. It increased in volume as she nudged open the door, and peering in she could see two nurses standing in the far corner.

They looked like a combination of the nurses she'd seen her first time to the town and the nurses her father had seen. They were hunched over, a parasite on their backs and a revealing outfit.

'I wonder what part of my psyche dressed them like that…' she wondered to herself as she turned off her flashlight and crept into the room. She reached for the arm box, and managed to get most of the way out of the room before her sword sheath banged into something metal.

"Shit." She whispered to herself, bolting from the room, no longer caring if she made any noise. She didn't know if the nurses were following her, but she took the time to pause and turn her light back one, wanting to know ahead of time if there were more of them in the hall. Running into one while holding a box full of arm would not be good. Luckily, the hall was empty, but the noises had intensified.

She rushed into the incineration room and slammed the box on the gurney where the arm would go, before pulling out her sword and facing the doorway. The sword would produce less noise than a gun, and if she was attacked, would hopefully attract fewer enemies.

She was just about to go looking for Barry when he returned, a gash on his arm and a leg wrapped in plastic in his arms.

"So, I ran into some kind of nurse shaped thing. Is that normal?" He asked as he dropped the leg on the gurney.

"Uh, well, yeah. I should have warned you. I wasn't expecting them though, just because we hadn't run into anything before we split up." Heather rubbed the back of her head, embarrassed and annoyed with herself. "Here, let me take a look at that. I think I have some gauze in my pack."

She quickly covered Barry's arm, and he pulled out the map.

"Ok, these are the next three rooms," he said, using Heathers pen to mark them on the map. "I know you might not like this, but I think we should split up again. If we can get these body parts fast, then we can get back here fast."

"But what if there are more nurses out there?" She asked, not particularly wanting to split up again.

"Then we'll be quick and stealthy. What are they attracted to?" Barry asked as he passed back Heather's pen.

"Light and noise. If you're lucky, you can get them to attack each other, but that's risky." She took the map, trying to get a better idea of where the three rooms were. They were all in the same hallway, and each one only had at most two rooms between them. "So what room do you want?" Heather asked.

"I'll go through these two," Berry said, pointing to the two furthest from their current location. "Then I can back track if you need help."

"Or I can move forwards if you need help." Heather retorted, and Barry chuckled.

"Of course, of course. How about we meet up in this one?" He pointed at the middle room, and Heather nodded.

"Sure. Let's go." They both left the room, creeping down the hall. Barry stopped briefly in front of the room where he got the leg, and grunted in surprise when he didn't see any nurses.

"They're not there anymore," he murmured to Heather, but she just shrugged.

"Did you kill them?" she asked, but got a shake of the head in reply. "Hmm…"

They stopped in front of the first room, and Heather pulled the door open.

"I'll see you soon." She said, and started to look through the room as Barry continued on. It was a small office, of the head mortician, and, to her irritation, most of the drawers and cupboards were locked. The ones that were unlocked didn't have anything important in them, and she began to think that maybe Barry had made a mistake with the map. As she was about to leave, the door slammed shut, and a deep voice started to talk.

Heather spun, but couldn't see the speaker. She withdrew her sword and crept closer to the desk, now seeing that the chair had turned, and was now squeaking.

"…And, of course, that bloody lunatic in isolation keeps banging on the walls. It's starting to get on my nerves, and we still have no idea where the key is. I'm not that worried about it though. If he wanted to be treated like a human, than he shouldn't have chopped up that cook. I think I'm going to bring up soundproofing my office at the next budget meeting…" The voice faded away, and Heather heard something drop onto the desk. She moved closer and grabbed up a small key. She tried out all the locked cabinets, before finding one that unlocked. Inside was the other arm, wrapped in newspaper and duct tape.

Shaking her head, she stepped out of the room and moved down the hall. She took a deep breath before stepping into the next room, and was pleasantly surprised to see the head sitting out on a desk, nothing obstructing her from reaching it. She waited for Barry though, and it wasn't long before he appeared, the other leg in a plastic shopping bag.

"How did it go for you" she asked, still whispering, and Barry smiled.

"Pretty easy, considering. I didn't run into anything, but I found this letter of complaint from someone. Apparently the people here didn't do much to care for the prisoners or the patients."

Heather just shook her head. "Yeah…It seems like most people in Silent Hill are apathetic about their fellow man. Now, let's just grab the head and get out of here. I can take the leg."

Barry passed it over, before reaching out and picking up the head. They stood there for a beat, waiting for something to happen, before Heather turned and opened the door. A nurse was standing right outside, and Heather dropped the body parts, pulling out her sword and chopping at the monster.

Two solid hits and it was down, and Heather carefully reached for the body parts she'd dropped. Barry had his hands full with the head, and they needed to move fast. The two of them moved out into the hall, where three nurses where just standing around.

"Lights off, run past?" Barry asked, and Heather nodded. With their lights off, they couldn't see much, but they managed to slip by the monsters. Sliding into the incinerator room, Heather swung the door almost closed, before taking a deep breath.

"God, I hate those things." She said, placing the arm and leg on the gurney. "Ready for the head."

Barry placed the head down, and both of them felt something rush through them. They backed up against the wall, watching as the ghosts of two workers started the furnace and pushed the gurney inside. After a few minutes, the furnace made a noise, and the worker pulled the gurney out, before vanishing.

"What's that?" Berry asked, moving over to the gurney. Where there had been a body was now a pile of ash, and a key.

"You want to go let that guy out now?" Heather asked, pocketing the key.

"Yeah. Let's get the hell out of here." The hall was again empty of any enemies, and they soon found themselves back at the secret room.

Barry shoved his shoulder against the irregular patch of wall, which shifted. He stood, obviously not wanting to go through the wall, and instead pushed with his hand. A brick fell through, followed by more as both Barry and Heather pushed at the shoddy brick work. Eventually, they cleared enough away to see a door.

"Here, we need to pull these bricks away so we can get in there." Heather said, pulling at the edge of the wall. After a few hard tugs, huge chunks started to come off, and an area was cleared so Heather could open the door.

She inserted the key into the lock and pulled the door open. Inside was a skeleton, with scraps of fabric clinging to it. The person had been dead so long that there wasn't much of a smell, and Heather noticed something glinting in the bones. She reached in and grabbed it, before motioning for Barry to close the door.

"Jesus…The poor sap." Barry sighed. "Anyways, what did you find?"

"I'm not sure. Some kind of medallion, I think." Heather turned it over, before sighing. "Come on, let's go back to where we woke up. There might be another explanation there."

When James woke up, Jill was already up and watching the area for monsters.

"Are you okay?" she asked, not really looking at him as she surveyed the area. "I just woke up too, but no one else is here. Whatever that stuff was on the walls grabbed everyone else and took them somewhere."

"I'm okay…" James stood and looked around. They appeared to still be on the first floor, but it had changed. Everything looked red, both from the lighting and the bloodied walls, and the grating on the floor had several large gaps that looked like they'd be impossible to cross. "Are we still on the first floor?"

"I think so." Jill reached into her pockets, digging around. "I think I still have one of those maps in here. Let's see…" She pulled out the map which was marked with green ink and had the first floor circled.

'He was talking to Mira again, that bitch, so I did something drastic.-

I saw him watching me again today, so I hid the key.-

Why won't he accept it and love me?-

…

I got him now, he's mine.-

Now, where did I put the key?-'

"What the fuck does that mean?" Jill asked, annoyed. She shook the map, as if she was trying to change what it said.

"I think it's a puzzle. I had to do some when I was looking for Mary and Laura. Does the map have anything else on it?" Jill passed him James the map, and he could see faint lines, an arrow pointing to a room labeled 'intake'.

"We have to go that way first, I think," He said, pointing across the room to the intake office.

"Lord, I hope this is easy…" Jill and James moved forwards towards the door.

It stuck, but as both Jill and James yanked at it, it slowly opened. Stepping inside, they could smell something sickeningly sweet, coming from one of the lockers behind the desk.

James moved over to it, and after looking back at Jill, who had her gun out and was watching the doors, opened the door. A pile of what looked like sugar cookies were sitting on top of a basket of rotting fruit. He covered his mouth, before grabbing the tag attached to the basket and backing away.

"Marty, I heard it was your birthday, so I got you this! The cookies are made with love, so make sure to think of me whenever you eat one! Lots of love! –Maria" James read out, feeling a tingle of panic run through him as he read Maria's name.

'Don't be silly, it's not the same Maria'. He scolded himself, before poking around in the desk.

"Huh… Well, looks like whoever she gave the basket to didn't want them. It's a shame, that looked expensive." Jill remarked, before pulling on the handle of another door in the room. The door shook, but the handle didn't turn. "Damn. Locked. Let's see now…"

James was now rooting through a filing cabinet as Jill dug around in her hip bag, searching for something. They both let out a triumphant cry at the same time, James holding up the door key, and Jill pushing the door open.

"Huh? How did you get that open?" He asked, and Jill shrugged, holding up her lock picks.

"Oh, you know, just some elbow grease." They pushed into the next room, which appeared to be an office. Again there didn't appear to be anything of interest, and they exited back out to the hallway.

"So, I'm thinking this is where they kept the patients. I don't think they'd have two nurse's stations on the floor with the prisoners." Jill commented, looking at the map in the red tinged hallway. "Anyways, let's try and get to that key."

James followed after Jill, trying doors as they passed, before they reached a sizable hole in the floor.

"Oh jeeze…Okay, where are we…" Jill muttered, pulling the map out again, but James was more distracted by the strange noise he was hearing.

He wasn't sure what it was, but as he strained his ears, the words became clearer as he moved closer to a patient's room.

'James…why did you…kill me…James…"

He jumped back, startled, before spinning to look at Jill, who had an odd look on her face. "Did you hear that?!"

She shook her head. "No…What did you hear? Was it important?"

"What? No, but…" James pressed his hand to his forehead, a headache starting to build. "Look, never mind. Where are we now?"

"It looks like we're right in the middle of patient rooms. Are any of these doors unlocked? If this place is working anything like the streets outside, we should be able to walk between rooms, via a convenient hole in the wall." Jill sighed, a frown on her face.

James couldn't blame her. He'd been stuck here with Laura for god knows how long, and he still wasn't used to what the town threw at him. He turned back to where he'd heard the talking, and tried the door. It swung open, and they stepped inside. The room was once white, and there was a large hole that almost took out the entire wall. The bed had been trashed, and someone had written something on the wall with what looked like a marker.

'…Lovemelovemeloveme…' James side-eyed the writing, before stepping over into the next room. It too was once white, but the bed seemed to be intact. There was also a table, cover in valentines.

"Jeeze…" Jill shied away from the table which was reeking of perfume. "This lady really was obsessed with this guy. You'd think she'd have gotten the hint earlier."

James shook his head. "I'm sure she just thought he was playing hard to get."

"James…"

"Hm?" James turned to Jill. "Yes?"

"Huh? What?" Jill tried the door finding it stuck in the frame. "Damn, it's stuck."

"Didn't you say my name?" James asked, confused, before pushing through a smaller hole in the wall to the next room.

"Uh, no, I didn't. Are you okay James?" As Jill followed after him, the lights in the previous two rooms turned off.

"That's odd." Jill said, looking behind her, but James wasn't paying attention. There was another hole, and he was starting to remember the hell that was beneath the Silent Hill Historical Society building.

"Is this door in working order?" He asked Jill, and she tested the door knob.

"Yep, looks like it." As she pushed on it though, there was a loud crash as something heavy fell against the door. "Shit!" Jill cursed, before slamming her hand into the wall.

"Jill, look…" James started to brush away some loose plaster that was shaken loose when Jill hit the wall, revealing a poorly sealed crack and a message.

"What does that…" Jill started to brush away the plaster too, and soon the entire message was clear.

'I'm going to catch you by the Laundry Room. Watch your back, whore.'

"Do you think this was left by that other woman?" James asked as he lights began to flicker.

"Probably. But I'm more worried because the lights are flickering and we're almost stuck here. Help me with this bed, let's try to get this wall down." James grabbed the back of the heavy bedframe, and the two of them managed to bust open the wall and jump into the next room a millisecond before the lights died and it turned pitch black.

"…James…"

Again, he heard a voice, but didn't mention it to Jill. He could tell that it wasn't her voice, and if it was, then she'd probably tap him on the shoulder or something.

"Where's the Laundry Room on that map?" He asked instead.

"It looks like it's four rooms down from here." The room they were in was bland, and so they moved through it without much thought. The same was said for the next three rooms, with the exception of the last one missing a wall where the door would have been.

Stepping out into the hall, they found themselves outside the Laundry Room.

"Well, it looks like the rooms on the other side of the hall we can't get in, and that one room mentioned the laundry room, so I guess we have no choice but to go in here." Jill said, testing the knob as James looked at the rubble blocking the rest of the rooms.

James was still worrying slightly, hearing voices was not on his top ten things to hear in Silent Hill, but he followed after Jill as she pushed the door open.

It looked quite ordinary for all intents and purposes, but there was a lingering smell of blood in the air, and two machines, a washer and a dryer, were running. There was something red in the washer, and something red and dark in the dryer, making a clunking noise.

Jill looked at James, and they both moved towards the machines, intent on shutting them off. James hit the stop button on the washer and it drained. He then opened the door, pulling the soggy laundry out.

"Do you really need to do that? It could just be sheets or something." Jill said, as he tried to spread out the sopping wet cloth.

"True, but there could also be something hidden in here…or they could just be washing bloody sheets." James shook out the sheets, droplets of bloody water went flying, and they could see writing on the sheets.

'GOT YOU NOW BITCH'

James turned the sheets over, to see if there was anything on the other side, but found nothing. As he shoved the sheets back into the washer, Jill hit the stop button on the dryer.

Unlike when James had stopped the washer, the dryer door slammed open, almost hitting Jill, before a head and a key bounced out of the machine.

The head rolled face up, revealing that the flesh had mostly been melted by the heat of the dryer and the eyeballs had popped, leaving a mass of flesh with some dark hair attached to stare up at the two of them.

Jill shrieked, surprised and repulsed by the head, while James retched, turning away while trying to control his gag reflex. He stuck his head out the door to try and get some air, even though there was no way it would be fresh, when he saw leg monsters lining the corridor. They were all standing, twitching as his light flashed over them, and he quickly pulled himself together and shut the door.

"We, we can't go back that way. There are at least 10 things out there. And I've encountered them before; they're more dangerous than they look." James was trying to not look at the featureless head, but the smell seemed to make him turn to it.

"Shit." He could see that Jill was trying to avoid looking at the head too. "Well, something else came flying out of the dryer alongside that head. Did you see where it went?"

"I…was too busy being focused on the head." James admitted, before looking down. "Look, it couldn't have disappeared, so it should be easy to find…" He started to look along the wall, while Jill searched the rest of the room.

Unfortunately, James, as he turned to speak to Jill, looked down at the head, before noticing something underneath it.

"I think I know where the key is." He said, disgusted.

"Oh, it's not under the head is it?" Jill asked, and she groaned at his nod. "Really?"

"I think so…" James grabbed a laundry hanger, and pushed at the head. It slid away, revealing the key, but thick chunks of its flesh slid off, causing both Jill and James to gag.

"Jesus…" Jill covered her mouth as she reached for the key while trying to not touch the flaps of skin. After a few attempts, she managed to grab it, before jumping back against the washers and dryers. "Got it."

"Good." James shuddered. "Let's get the hell out of here."

Jill pushed open the next door and they stepped through into a relatively clean hall. After a check to see if there were any hostiles on either side of them, Jill decided to take a closer look at the key.

"Hmm. This says it's for an orderlies room. Let's see where that is on the map…" She handed the key over to James, and he slipped it into his pocket.

After a few minutes, Jill folded the map. "It looks like we just have to go straight down this hall and take a right. Then we'll be in the orderly and nurses wing. I guess they had their employees living in the building too."

As they began to walk down the hall, James could hear what sounded like breaking light bulbs behind them. He turned his head to see what was causing the noise, before swearing and starting to jog.

"Shit! Run. The lights are going out!" He didn't even wait for Jill's reply, he just started to run. After a few, he looked to his side and saw that Jill was keeping even pace with him. Hell, he was sure she could have outrun him if she wanted to.

They reached the turnoff and skidded to the right, James hitting the wall and feeling something slimy stick to his jacket as he bounced. He reached into his pocket for the key, and looked at the room number, 124. Jill wrenched the door to the staff wing open and James ran through, heading right to the room the key fit.

He slammed it in the lock and turned it, flinging the door open and Jill dived in. He followed soon after, but not before hearing the voice again.

'James…I'm going to find you...'

He tried to ignore it though, slamming the door and slumping down with his back against it. "Are we safe?"

"I…It depends on your opinion of safe." Jill replied, and James looked up at the room. There was a large pool of blood on the floor, newspapers scattered everywhere, and two bodies.

James slowly stood, winded from the run, and took a better look at the two corpses. There was a male and a female, the man had been shot at least twice, and the woman had hung herself from the ceiling fan.

As James looked at both the dead people, Jill started to read from the newspapers.

"'In a shocking turn of events, three staff members are now dead at the Pale-Vale Minimum Security Psychiatric Prison from an apparent murder suicide plot. Maria J, a 26 year-old nurse, is reported as killing Mira K, a 32 year-old secretary, and her fiancé Marty F, the 28 year-old head orderly before killing herself. Friends and colleagues describe Ms. J as 'mildly obsessed' with Mr. F, and that she 'took his recent engagement to Ms. K poorly.'…'"

As Jill talked, James tried to move past Maria's body to the other side of the room, but instead bumped up against it. That shook her clothing, and James suddenly noticed something shiny in her pockets.

"Jeeze, so that lady killed that guy, and I'm assuming the owner of the head in the laundry room…" Jill said, shaking her head.

"Yeah, looks like it." James replied, distracted by the thing in the dead woman's clothes. He reached out and grabbed it, some kind of medallion, before Maria's body fell to the ground, the rope snapped.

James jumped away, still clutching the medallion, before turning to Jill. "Now what?"

"…ris! Chris, wake up! Oh, come on…" Chris could feel someone shaking his shoulders, franticly yelling at him. His eyes opened, and Lisa fell back, relieved.

"Oh thank god, you're awake! Now you have to get up, something is coming!" He shot up at those words, scrambling to put himself against the wall.

"What is it?" He whispered to Lisa, who was shaking.

"I, I don't…" She looked behind her and shook her head. "I don't know. I just have the feeling that it's really, really bad. Like, Executioner bad. Do you know where we are?" This question released some of the tension in Chris's shoulders, and he pulled out his map, an ear still listening for the mysterious monstrosity.

"Yeah, here." He passed it to Lisa, who opened it and sighed, annoyed.

"Someone's written on this. Here, listen:

'It wasn't me, he made me do it, you know?-

I took the key they'll never find it.-

They said I stole the Doctor's key but It wasn't me!-

It's time for me to get out and get out of here take the traitor out.-

…

There's blood everywhere and I don't know what happened.-

I have to get out of here.-

Don't let them find me, please!-

I won't.- "

She passed the map to Chris, and he re-read the message, taking note of the fact that the second floor was circled in blue ink.

"Hmm, look, there's a '1' in this cell. Let's go check that out…" He trailed off as Lisa shushed him, and they crouched behind a crumbly wall as the Executioner appeared, heading for the stairs. He stood in front of the stairway door, and it squeaked open. Once the monster had stepped through, the door slammed shut, audibly locking.

"…Well I guess we aren't going that way." Chris said, standing. "Okay, now where's this cell? I want to solve this riddle and meet back up with everyone else. Being separated from everyone else makes me feel… antsy."

"Hmm." Lisa turned away, looking the way that the Executioner had come from, and Chris checked the map again.

"So," They started to walk to the cell on the far side of the hall. Chris wanted to know some more about Lisa as he didn't quite trust her yet. "You could 'sense' that thing, can you sense if there are any more monsters here?"

"Well, it's hard. This is not the same world as what this prison and hospital exists in. So I can say that there is currently nothing on this floor with us, but on the floors below or above us, I can't tell. The only reason I knew the Executioner was coming was because he was moving through this floor." Lisa sighed, irritated. "I wish I could tell where the others are, but I can't."

Chris contemplated the new information as they walked, all the cells they walked past locked, blocked off, or barricaded. "So, why didn't you mention this power when we were outside with everyone?"

"Well, because when we're with everyone Heather, er, Cheryl, Douglas, and James are there, and they have radios that warn us way sooner than I could. I'm slightly useless really." Lisa chuckled to herself, and Chris stopped his line of questioning. They had reached the cell, and Chris pushed at the door.

It slid open nicely, and they both stepped inside. Chris made sure that something was in the path of the door, so it wouldn't slam shut and trap them, so he stuck an old stool in the doorway.

They hadn't seen any of the other cells, so they had no idea what they normally looked like, but Chris knew they didn't look like the one they were in. Someone had given the inmate a marker, and he'd marked the walls with odd symbols and sentence fragments.

"What's this stuff supposed to mean?" Chris asked, reaching out to touch the wall. As his fingers brushed over the markings, there was a flash, and everything took on a blue tint.

"Shit!" Chris swore, and pulled out his gun, but Lisa waved him off.

"Look." She pointed over to the opposite wall, where a man was crouched, talking to himself and scribbling on the walls.

"Find the traitor…Skin the traitor…stop the traitor…remember." The man chanted to himself as he drew, only to be interrupted by the door opening.

"Jesus, look at this fucking mess. Come on, Mark, it's time for your meeting with Dr. Hend. Can you walk or do I need to drug you?"

As an orderly walked into the room, through Chris, the sitting man turned and started to scream.

Both Chris and Lisa clamped their hands over their ears, and there was another flash bringing them back to reality.

"What the hell was that?" Chris asked, shaking out his arms which had seemed to go numb.

"A ghost memory maybe? Or a psychic imprint. Either way, I think that was the writer of our mysterious map riddle." Lisa said, bending down to take a closer look at what the man had been writing in the memory. "Look at this."

Chris bent down to look at a small scale map scribbled on the wall. "'I took the doctors key and hid it in Kevin. Number two is there.'" He looked up at Lisa. "He hid the key in Kevin? This guy really was out there." He stood and shook his head. "At least we know where to go now."

With the map out, they both left the cell as Chris tried to figure out where they needed to go.

"So, I think our next destination is over there." He pointed down the hall before folding the map up. "I can't tell because there's ink on it, but I think we're heading for the infirmary."

"Great," Lisa smiled a tiny bit. "Maybe I can grab some more supplies."

Chris tilted his head. "Why, we have plenty, right?"

"Well, yes." They started walking. "But only if we stick together. If we get split up again, that's a problem. So I want to make sure we all have enough for some basic first aid. I mean, I have plenty, and Rebecca has plenty with her, but the rest of you guys? I think Heather, er, Cheryl, has some gauze and Douglas has a bottle of peroxide and some cotton balls, but that's it." Lisa was speaking so intensely, that Chris barely noticed when they reached the infirmary.

"Looks like we're here," He said, interrupting Lisa as she listed what she though each of them needed with them. She'd obviously been a nurse who knew what she was doing, before the whole death thing.

"Ready?" Lisa asked him, and he nodded, before reaching out and pulling the door open. It was dark inside, the lights seemingly replaced by, for some reason, industrial fans.

Chris flipped his flashlight on, not needing it before because the rest of the floor was relatively well lit, and there was another flash and more ghosts appeared.

"Shit! Where the hell is medical?" Two orderlies dragged in a man who was turning blue, and they dumped him on a bed while one orderly spun around, looking at the empty room.

"I think they all took the day off for Marty and Mira's funerals. And I guess Maria's too." The other orderly said, while patting the man on the back. As far as Chris could tell, it did nothing.

"Shit! What are we supposed to do then? If this guy dies, then-" the spinning orderly was cut off by his co-worker, who was now sitting on a stool, watching the inmate.

"Jesus, why do you care? It's not our job to deal with the medical shit here. If something happens, then it'll fall on medical's heads." He them pulled out a smoke and lit it.

The other man gaped at him. "Are you suggesting we just let him choke to death? Shit, we could get fired, even if this lands on medical."

The inmate was now slumped over, and Chris was sure he was dead.

The smoking orderly just laughed. "Seriously? Dude, they don't give a shit here if people die. I mean, I think they even give bonuses to people who 'assist' with peoples deaths in this place. And I know Dr. Hend would lock the doors and raze this place with everyone inside if he could, us included."

There was another flash and the room lit up. There was a skeleton lying on the floor by the bed, and Lisa knelt and picked up a key.

"This is what that man was choking on. And those two just let him die. I can't…" She handed the key over to Chris, before starting to pace around.

As Lisa was muttering to herself, Chris took a close look at the key, which was for 'Dr. Hend's 'office. He pulled out the map and was about to tell Lisa their next destination, when she gasped.

"What's wrong?" He asked, drawing his gun.

"I, no its nothing. I just didn't expect him to be here too." Lisa rubbed her forehead, before clarifying. "Valtiel. The thing that stopped the Executioner so you could grab Heath-Cheryl. I just don't know why he's here…"

"Well, maybe he's following the Executioner? I mean, it could be going after Cheryl again." Chris suggested, before realizing that wasn't a good thing.

"Oh, I hope not!" Now Lisa was wringing her hands, and it took Chris a few tries before he could get her calmed enough to look at the map.

"Look, this is the office we need to get to. It's not that far, a few offices down, but if you can feel something else up here, even if it acted friendly once, then we need to be careful."

"Or we could just run there." Lisa said, looking at the map. "I mean, we jog there, you open the door, we slip inside, and we're good."

Chris had to admit that it'd work, but when they opened the door to leave, the thing, Valtiel, was right outside, hanging from the ceiling.

"Ah!" Lisa slipped past Chris, keeping an eye on the thing. It turned it's head to follow her, and started to scuttle towards her.

As Lisa moved closer to the doctor's office, Chris scooped up a clump of brick and concrete, before chucking it away from both him and Lisa. The monsters head swivelled to look towards where the brick had hit something, before sliding away.

Chris carefully unlocked the doctor's office, not wanting to alert Valtiel that they were still there, and the two of them stepped inside. He slowly closed the door, and Lisa gasped as he turned on the lights.

"Oh god…"

There was what once was a man sitting behind a desk, his head smashed and his hand mutilated. It looked recent, but Chris couldn't be sure.

"Fuck, what the hell happened here?" He muttered, waking over to the desk.

Lisa heard his mutterings however, and answered him. "I, I think it was that man whose memories we saw, Mark. He said before that he needed to 'Kill the traitor', so, what if he thought the doctor was a traitor?"

"…Makes sense, but…" Chris placed his hand on the desk, holstering his gun, when there was another flash.

"Ahh, Mr. G. Perfect timing. I think we'll have a lot to talk about today, starting with what happened to your cellmate. Please, sit."

The doctor was behind his desk, sorting out some papers, and the orderly left 'Mr. G' with the doctor. Chris shivered as the doctor stacked a pile of phantom papers on his hand before moving.

Mark, or Mr. G didn't sit, and instead pulled something out of his sleeve. "Mr. G isn't here now. I need to eliminate the traitor, I need to save him."

The doctor didn't even look up, he only sighed. "Oh, is it this again. Please sit, Mr. G. We both know that your 'insanity' is a cover for your crimes. You need to take some responsibility, and you need to stop blaming the murders on this…'order'."

He wasn't paying attention as Mark moved, something the doctor would obviously regret. Chris moved back by Lisa as Mark began to punch the doctor, slamming his head into the desk, before taking a firm grip on the metal pole, a bed post, and slamming it into the doctor's face.

Finally done, the man shot up, suddenly scared.

"Oh noooo…you said you'd protect me, but…" He looked in dismay at the scene, and Chris was glad the man couldn't see him or Lisa. "What do I do?"

After standing still for several seconds, he shot forwards and patted the doctor's body down, looking for something. He grabbed two items, before sliding into the closet with a sob.

Then the scene was over, leaving both Chris and Lisa heaving.

"That man…" Lisa just shook her head, before placing her hand on the closet.

"Do you think he's still in there?" Chris asked as he moved to the other side of the closet door.

"I don't know, maybe…" They both grabbed a door knob, and yanked the closet open. Sitting in the back was the man from the memories, dead with foam in his mouth and clutching something tightly.

Lisa silently bent and grabbed the something, a medallion, before standing and backing away from the closet.

"What is it?" Chris asked, but Lisa only shrugged.

"I don't know, but it looks familiar. All I know is that we need it."

"Right…" Chris looked around the office again, with two bodies and dried blood, before sitting on the small couch.

While Douglas woke up, his head pounding, Rebecca was still passed out, sitting in a wheelchair. He carefully stood, as the floor creaked and groaned when he moved, and made his way over to her.

"Hey, are you okay?" He asked, not placing his hand on her arm, but on the wheelchair.

She muttered to herself, but then shot straight up, eyes wide. Douglas moved back, giving her space to figure out what was going on, and once she appeared to look like she was fully awake, he spoke again.

"Hey, Rebecca. How are you feeling?" Rebecca grimaced, and climbed out of the chair.

"I'm fine…I think. I don't think I'm hurt, just a little…confused. Where are we? Where's everyone else?"

"I don't know. I just woke up and saw you, so I haven't had a chance to look around. Do you still have that map Heather gave you?"

"Oh!" Rebecca rustled around in her pockets, before sighing. "No, I don't. Do you?"

Douglas shook his head. "No, I didn't even grab a copy. Let's look around, see what we can find."

They didn't find much of anything inside the room they woke up in, but Douglas did manage to bust open a poorly bolted door. Stepping out into the hall, everything seemed to glow, even in the total darkness which was barely broken by Rebecca's flashlight.

"This is so creepy…" Rebecca stuck close to Douglas, who was less effected by the atmosphere.

"Well, the faster we go, the faster we get out of this place and can find the others. Let's see what we can find."

The hallway only lead to another door, but when Douglas pushed it open the smell of blood assaulted their noses.

"Jesus!" Rebecca's eyes were watering, but they still stepped into the main hallway, which was covered in blood. A trail was carved through the blood, like someone had taken a squeegee and cleaned out a path amidst the gore.

"Well, I guess we know where to go?" Douglas chuckled weakly, as they started walking through the bloody hall. Most of the doors were marked with bloody red 'X's', and they didn't bother testing the locks.

"Look, over there." Rebecca nodded towards a door with no blood on its surface. "Should we try it?"

Pushing open the door, which was a medication room, they stepped in. It was fairly clean, and even still held some of the medications from the prison.

"Can we use any of this stuff?" Douglas asked, and Rebecca started to look through the cabinets.

"I'm not too sure; I'm going to look though. I get the feeling that we're going to need as much of this stuff as we can get our hands on."

As Rebecca was looking for medication, Douglas started digging through the desk in the corner. It was cluttered with papers, but as he shuffled through them he noticed a sheet with bloody fingerprints.

"Hmm…" He pulled it out, curious, but almost ripped it in half once he started to read.

'Come on Dad, why won't you lend me the money? I promise I'll pay you back. I've got a big job coming up. Just lend me the fucking money, and everything will be alright.'

He looked at the paper, before folding it and placing it in his pocket. He had done a good job of putting his son's death out of his mind, but the town was dragging things up, the wallet he'd tossed away, the letters he'd burnt.

"Douglas? Is something wrong? What did you find?" He looked up, realizing that Rebecca was looking at him.

"Oh, no it's nothing. Just something that shouldn't be here." He smiled at her, trying to seem reassuring. "Did you find anything?"

"Oh! Yeah, some pain medications and some antibiotics. I also grabbed some more bandages. Are we done in here then?" She was looking at him, concerned, and Douglas was momentarily reminded of Heather, right when he'd found her and ruined her life.

"Yeah, let's go." The continued their walk through the hall, keeping their eyes open for more unmarked doors.

"There's another one," Douglas said as they rounded a corner.

"Ok, let's look there. I want to find a map. This place has a confusing layout, almost like a maze. I mean, this hallway is much too long." Rebecca pushed the door open and they stepped in, looking through the darkness but seeing nothing.

Douglas shut the door, and the lights flickered on. The room was fairly empty, nothing but a mirror and a tape recorder.

"Douglas…" Rebecca reached for the tape recorder, but he shook his head.

"Don't press play, I already know what it'll say." Douglas glared at himself in the mirror.

"Then what will it say?" Rebecca pulled down the recorder and passed it to Douglas, who pulled out the tape inside.

"It will say 'Mr. Cartland, when did you last see your son?'. It'll say 'Mr. Cartland, we understand you've been going through some economic troubles.' It'll say 'We're sorry to tell you, but your son was killed this morning, trying to rob Central Bank. Did you know anything about this?' That's what it'll say." Douglas continued to glare at his reflection, breaking from his staring contest when Rebecca mentioned that they should probably get moving.

They passed through a door, into an equally bloody hallway in silence, Douglas stewing in his thoughts, and Rebecca keeping a close watch on him.

"…There's another door over there." Rebecca said, as they entered the area. It looked like an office, and the only thing inside was a fragment of a newspaper, which Douglas let Rebecca grab.

She quickly looked over the paper, which didn't say much beyond the fact that Douglas had lost his job, his wife had left, and his son had tried to rob a bank. She shoved it into her pocket, and they were about to leave, when Douglas spoke.

That think, the Executioner. I think it's after me."

"What do you mean?" Rebecca asked, confused.

"It goes after the guilty, right? That's what James said anyways. But, you see, I let that happen to my son. I had the qualifications to get another job, but I refused to look for one. All I did was drink and yell. I was useless. We were running out of money and I didn't care, so Ryan took matters into his own hands. And he died, and it was my fault." He stopped talking for a moment, breathing in and out.

"But, you didn't tell him to do that, how could it be your fault?" Rebecca asked, but she didn't move any closer to him.

"No, I didn't, but if I'd done something, anything, then he wouldn't have died. Anyways, I tried to put it out of my mind, and became a P.I. I thought maybe I could help someone else, stop that from happening again, but I ended up failing a second time. I was hired, by Claudia, to find Heather, Cheryl. I had no idea what I was really doing, but I took the case because she told me Cheryl had been kidnapped, and I had to find her, to save her. Instead, I scared her away, and then later found out when I went to her house, that Claudia had used the information I'd given her to killed Cheryl's father, Harry. So now I have more guilt on my shoulders."

Douglas shook his head, obviously annoyed with himself and with what was placing the objects in the rooms.

"Come on," Rebecca placed her hand on the door knob, "Let's go find everyone else. It'd be better to stay as a group and deal with this."

Douglas replied with a grunt, and they stepped back out into the hall. There were several more open rooms, Rebecca picking up the newspaper articles, divorce papers, and birth certificates, before they reached the end of the trail.

Tacked to the wall was a map, with black ink circling the top floor, and arrow point to the roof, and a short message.

'Do you really think you can atone?-

You ruined her life too.-

Just hurry up and die.-

The Executioner is coming.-'

Douglas pulled the paper from the wall, crushing it into a ball, and tossing it back down the hallway.

"Douglas…?" Rebecca reached forwards and grabbed his arm. "Are you okay? What did that say?"

"We have to go to the roof. Well, I have to go to the roof. You should go find the others." He said, but Rebecca shook her head.

"I don't think I can, see?" She pointed back where the door had been, only now it was a bloodstained but smooth surface. There was no door.

"Then I guess we go up…" Douglas turned to the right, and matching the map, there was now a stairway to the roof.

They moved carefully, the stairs slick with gore, before stopping at the doorway.

"So…now we just go in?" Rebecca slowly pushed the windowed door open, but Douglas stopped her from going out into the fog.

"Wait." He stepped out in front, and a figure moved out of the fog, pointing a spear at him. Douglas stared at it, as Rebecca tried to look around him.

"Douglas, what's out there?" She asked, as Douglas turned around.

"…Go find the others." Douglas reached out and grasped her shoulders, before pushing Rebecca away from the door and closing it.

"Douglas, what are you doing?!" She yelled, grabbing the handle and yanking on it. Douglas had locked it though, and Rebecca could only watch, horrified, as he walked towards the Executioner.

"Douglas!"

A/N: FINALLY! I finally got the next chapter up XD

I hope you guys enjoy it, and that you all had good christmases and new years and such.