Logan was slowly walking down a hall with flickering lights. He
had his shotgun in his arms, and was ready for anything, he was on a lower part of the asylum, and was continuing his investigation.
It was then he began hearing things. Whispering.
But he couldn't pinpoint the source. Logan then spots a set of double doors where the corridor turned to the right. HE slowly pushes it open. It looked like a storage area. It was full of wooden crates and lockers. Then he began hearing more sounds. Pounding footsteps, coming right from behind him. Logan turns to see the large figure towering over him. He carried a large blood stained axe and wore a blood soaked butcher's smock. His head was wrapped in layers of barbed wire, so his face could not be Instinctively, he fires a round into his chest. The buckshot goes right into his chest, and and gets lodged there. This only managed to piss the thing off. Logan makes a run for it, turning around to shoot every few seconds. The butcher chases after him, even standing at seven feet tall, and bulky and muscular as hell, it was fast.
Logan raced down the hallway as fast as he could.
He then saw a this hole in the upcoming hall. Garbage shoot, it read.
it was better than nothing. It was already open, and blood was splattered in the entire vicinity surrounding it.
Logan was about to jump when something cold and really hard was smashed against the back of his head. The butcher had caught up with him. Logan saw red. In one last escape attempt, he dived for the garbage shoot. He made it.
When Logan regained consciousness, he knew he was in trouble.
His jacket was now gone, he was now in his black spandex shirt, with his gun holster still on his chest. His shotgun was gone, and so were the shells. He still had his pistol though. Logan felt something warm dripping down from the back of his head. He was bleeding.
He also now finally noticed, he was hanging upside down from his feet. And the dark room he was in smelled awful. It smelled strongly of blood and decay. He looked around, and was instantly in shock.
The room was full of corpses. Each one was mangled, and misshapen. Several other bodies were hanging upside down as well, amplifying the terrible smell. Then he heard footsteps. The butcher slowly paced the room, and grabbed a corpse next to Logan. He yanks it off the hook it was on, and drags it into another room in front of them. He sets it onto a blood soaked metal table, picks up a meat cleaver, and begins hacking into it.
Logan can't tear his eyes away from the scene. Then he sees something sparkling in the darkness. The corpse hanging in front of him had a knife hilt sticking out of its spine. Logan reaches out, grabs the hilt, and pulls it out with a sickening squelching sound.
It was a large, with a black hilt, and razor sharp.
This would definitely be useful. Logan sits up, cuts the ropes binding his feet to the hook, and falls flat on his back, onto that blood soaked, grimy tile floor. Amazingly, it didn't make much noise. He crouch walked through the corpse filled room. He was now staring at the butcher's back. He was still at the table, cutting the limbs off the body and removing the organs. What he planned on doing with them, Logan had no clue. And he didn't intend to stay and find out.
he walked to a door on the right, inside of a small hallway between the corpse room and the butcher's room.
It was locked. Going back to the butcher's room. He saw the keys. They were on a rack on the wall next to the doorway. Luckily, the butcher had left the room to get another body. Logan quickly grabbed the keys, and unlocked the door. The door led to a small stairway that with a fenced in walkway that overlooked the butcher's area. He found another door, but as he approached it, he had stepped on a wire. It was very difficult to see at first. But it was already too late. It was a tripwire. An alarm began to sound, and he could hear the heavy footsteps of the butcher. Logan kicked open the door and ran down the hallway. The butcher no longer had an axe, but a large chainsaw, Logan ran at top speed down the hallway, in a desperate attempt to escape. He could see an elevator up ahead. The door was open and ready to go. Logan ran at full speed, although his lungs screamed for air. The butcher was right behind him. HE made a swipe with the chainsaw, and it made contact with Logan's calf. The whirring blades cut through his calf, severed multiple veins, before cutting itself out through more of his flesh.
Logan let out a shout as he fell to the ground. Now facing the butcher towering over him. He crawls as fast as possible away from the him. He drew his pistol and fired five rounds into the butcher's head. He did not die. The butcher recoiled and fell to his knees, the chainsaw sparking against the floor. Logan got to his feet, and half ran, half limped, to the elevator. Once he was inside, he punched the fifth floor button, and the doors shut.
Logan lie there against the elevator wall, gasping for breath.
He turns his head to the side and vomits. Wiping his mouth he examines his wound. It was a very deep gash. It was really bad.
Even more than bad. Aside from the blood gushing from his leg, he could see that some bone was exposed from the gash. Not broken, but still exposed. "Dammit…"
He had come here expecting things to be normal. The patients all alive and in their cells. The staff alive and active. Guards doing their job and protecting everyone. He didn't expect this nightmare.
Please let me get out of this…