Until Dawn: The Light in the Darkness

Chapter 28 of my Until Dawn story, enjoy.

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Chapter 28

MIKE POV

I approached the doors to the Sanatorium towards the end of the tunnel. I never imagined that I'd end up back there again. I reached the door and opened it.

"Oof, ok, ok, ok, what's the-" I muttered, having forgotten how stiff it was.

Finally in, I closed and locked the door behind me. I didn't want the others to be put at risk. I began retracing my steps, past the area that was still scorched from the explosion, some debris still smouldered. I made my way up the large stairs and retraced my steps back to the chapel. When I finally reached the chapel, I stopped and looked around in surprise, the place was in even worse shape than before.

"Ho-lee...shit." I whispered.

I looked around, noticing something that troubled me right away. "Huh...What happened to the wolves?"

They were gone. I continued my search and found that most of the gated doors and regular doors were locked. On the far wall was a hole that led outside to reveal a makeshift graveyard and all graves bore the same date. Shaking my head at yet another part of the 1952 mystery, I continued my search of the chapel until I found a way to get behind one of the gated doors; from above.

Inside, I found it was a cramped storeroom, used by the old man, no doubt. On a nearby table were things that I knew right away would be useful. I had a flashlight, true, but I pocketed it. The torch I found would be more useful as both a light and a weapon against the Wendigos. I lit the torch and picked up a pack of shells for a shotgun. By pure coincidence, there was also a sawed-off shotgun on the bench, too.

"Now I just need a pitchfork and a mob." I joked to myself, but shrugged. "Good enough."

Gathering everything, I managed to exit the storeroom and made my way to the other locked door, near the hole in the wall. Reaching the door, I readied myself and shot the lock off before kicking the door open. I entered into the new corridor and heard a noise. I tensed but then relaxed and smiled.

"Hey, big guy!" I said cheerfully as a familiar wolf stepped into view. It was the wolf I had met earlier and befriended.

"Happy to see me again, huh?" I said as the wolf approached me, non-aggressively. "Heyyy, I was hopin' I'd run into you again."

I gently scratched the wolf behind the ears. I grinned as I did so, relieved to have some company.

"Alright, good boy...Alright pal, you're comin' with me." I said, standing up. "Alright, here's the plan: I happened to see a map of this place, so we're not flying blind. There should be a way into the psychiatric wing that'll take us right outside the mine. Think we can handle that?"

The wolf looked up at me and let out a small contented noise.

"Couldn't have said it better myself, atta boy."

So I found myself following the wolf as it actually began guiding me through the fenced outdoor path to another building of the sanatorium, clearly signposted as the Psychiatric Ward and Restraining Area, the very place I was looking for. As we entered, a loud noise startled me. At the same time, Wolfie barked, sounding angry.

"Jesus Chri-" I composed myself quickly. "Okie dokie boy, calm down."

Wolfie just ran on ahead, getting past the door blocking our path, squeezing through a gap that I couldn't.

I sighed. "Wish I could move like you, Wolfie. I think I'm stuck on this side."

Stuck, I tried a nearby lever, which partially opened the door. I was able to slide through, although I noticed that the door behind me was now closed. Continuing to make my way through the circular room, trying to find a way down to the center, I reached a staircase and made my way down.

Searching the area I found myself in turned up only one thing of interest: a death certificate. Shaking my head, I left that office and continued to follow the path. This part of the Sanatorium at least did not look as bad as the other, but still in pretty bad shape.

"AH!" I cried when I rounded the corner. "Oh, son of a bitch."

Wolfie barked quietly, shuffling back as we both beheld the strung up, partially devoured carcass of Wolfie's fellow four-legged canine.

"Huh... Jesus Christ, what the fuck have I gotten myself into...?" I muttered. "Fuck, man. This is truly disgusting."

Wolfie walked away, moving into the next area. I, however, noticed something to my left; an open cell door. I examined it, noting a few odd things.

"Huh...These doors were built like tanks. How crazy were these inmates?" I wondered aloud, before seeing the markings on the walls of that cell. They looked disturbing like claw marks.

"What went on here? This is nuts."

With a strong uneasy feeling, I returned to following Wolfie as we made our way through the Sanatorium. Our long search through various corridors and rooms in varying stages of dilapidation turned up more clues, all of them disturbing.

The first discovery was an old film reel which showed a miner transforming into a Wendigo. The transformation had been triggered deliberately, almost like an experiment, with the man restrained in the chair I had seen in the morgue. I also found a case study dossier which detailed the discoveries in further detail, all of it made it clear that the miners that survived the collapse did so by eating those that did not and became Wendigos, subsequently breaking free and causing the mass destruction of the sanatorium.

"Jesus hot sauce Christmas cake, this is fucking unbelievable." I muttered.

I continued to follow Wolfie's lead, stumbling across another clue, this one in the form of a corpse with a suicide note. The final piece of the puzzle, the dead guy was the owner of the sanatorium and the mine. It confirmed my suspicions about what had happened. Not wanting to see any more of this, I hurriedly made my way into the next room, relieved to find myself on the ground floor, at the center of the structure at last. Throughout my journey, I had felt the ominous presence of being watched and now I heard a loud screech. I froze, it had to be a Wendigo.

Entering the wide room properly, I reacted as a can fell off of a small container and I shot it. I quickly loaded the shotgun again, shaking my head as it turned out to just be a rat. But then the Wendigo jumped down from the ceiling, right in front of me.

"Ha!" I cried, firing at it, striking it in the face. "How does that feel, you fuck!?"

I quickly ran onward, following Wolfie, who led the way. The Wendigo recovered and began a close pursuit.

"Jesus, fuck, fuck!" I cried.

I reached a fork in the path and went left.

"Shit, shit, shit." I muttered as I quickly closed the door behind me.

"Okay...What the?" I gasped as my torch died. "Oh fuck, fuck, fuck...FUCK!"

I quickly barricaded the door with a nearby cabinet and hurried onward. However, my flight was interrupted by another Wendigo attack, but I fended off this one with the machete, lodging it in the creature's face. I ran onward, soon closing another door and stopping. I was able to catch my breath and nod to Wolfie. Relieved that the wolf was still with me, I managed a small smile.

"Good dog...shh, sh..." I said reassuringly. "It's okay, it's fine."

Wolfie suddenly darted away, seeking cover. Taking this as my cue, I did the same, just as a Wendigo jumped down and landed on a nearby table. It appeared that we were in a kitchen of sorts. Remembering what I had heard, I stopped moving and did my utmost to stay still. The Wendigo looked around warily, clearly searching for me. Suddenly, I heard the sound of a bottle rolling right above me. I quickly caught it as it fell, thankfully not giving myself away. Taking a chance while it was distracted, I ran into the next room, Wolfie by my side.

"Dammit...alright." I growled under my breath. "Come on, you son of a bitch, where are you?"

I was actually getting lower now, going underground. I could hear Wendigo screeches all around and it was freaking me out.

I was in what was clearly an isolation ward, with several cells. As I neared one of the cells, a Wendigo attempted to grab me but missed as I dodged, seeing it at the last second. Crying out, I leapt back and shot the Wendigo right in the face. I took off running, Wolfie still by my side.

"When is this shit gonna stop!?" I asked the wolf. "Jesus Chr- It's like a fucking bad dream."

I ducked as another Wendigo lashed out from its cell to attack me. "Whoa, fuck this!"

I continued to run. Dodging another attack, I gritted my teeth and slowed down. Keeping my gun at the ready, fully loading it, I looked around warily.

"One at a time, boys." I quipped, trying to cover my nervousness and my pounding heart. "There's enough of me for all of ya."

I fired at another Wendigo after dodging its attack and ran onward, ducking under another arm and then shooting another just as I realized this one was chained up and couldn't reach me.

"Oh Jesus... Oh Jesus... Fuck... fuck, fuck."

I hurried away, dodging another attack and then shooting another before rounding a corner. Ahead, I saw the end of the restraining area hallway and, looking over my shoulder, a free Wendigo in pursuit. Panicking, I tried to open the door, but it only partially opened and the Wendigo jumped across the walls towards me.

"Dammit, not good!"

I quickly shot at it and then tipped over a barrel next to me. Just then, two more Wendigos began to leap towards me. I quickly pushed the barrel and, when it was level with them, I fired, blowing up the barrel and incinerating the Wendigos. Although, it knocked me back and I grunted, muttering to myself as I recovered, running away.

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!"

I recovered and managed to get through the door, closing it and locking it again. I stopped and caught my breath. I was back in the main Psychiatric Ward. My path wasn't through there, it seemed. Not with those monsters now on the loose. Luckily, I knew of an alternate way in. However, on the way, I found myself pursued by another Wendigo.

I ran ahead and, seeing the locked door ahead, blasted it, managing to break though before barricading it and hurrying onward, jumping down a hole. Looking up, I stopped, Wolfie was standing there, looking down at me. I was beyond relieved to see that the wolf had survived.

"Hey buddy, come on down, it's alright." I said, but Wolfie didn't move and I understood. "Okie dokie, bud. Catch ya on the flipside, huh?"

Wolfie leapt over the hole and padded away. Hoping he'd be alright, I hurried upstairs to the exit of the Sanatorium, but the door wouldn't open and a tell-tale shriek told me that another Wendigo was behind me. I spun around, cursing, and fired at a nearby barrel. The room exploded and I leapt from it, right outside.

The Sanatorium was now on fire and more and more shrieking could be heard. Recovering, I ran for the mines, desperate to get away from that nightmare and find what I was looking for. Unfortunately, looking over my shoulder, I saw that the Wendigo still chasing me, looking badly burnt, but still alive.

'Are you fucking kidding me?'

I ran as fast as I could, getting into the mines, but it was catching up. I cried out as I burst through a door. But before I could shut it, the creature burst through and pinned me to the ground. Then I heard it, a familiar voice that I wasn't expecting.

"HEY FATTY, OVER HERE!"

The creature shrieked and lifted its head towards the one who had shouted. It was then suddenly struck with a pipe, then again, for good measure. The flames faded and it finally went still. But that wasn't the end. At that moment, a strange form burst out of it and flew away.

I quickly recovered, closing the door, panting. Sam, for it was indeed her who rescued me, gasped for breath, too. I'd never been happier to see her in my life. I turned in amazement, as I was worried about her being here, now in great danger, just like me.

"Whoa...you alright?" I gasped.

Fighting for air, Sam laughed shortly. "Uhh, define 'alright.'"

I nodded understandingly. "Alive, for a start?"

"Yeah, yeah..." Sam replied. "Alive's good."

I shook my head. "The hell are you doing here, anyway?"

Sam bit her lip sheepishly before answering, "I was gonna warn you, about the Wendigos here."

"I think I got it." I replied with a short laugh. There must have been something amongst the old man's things which told her about that.

Sam agreed and I continued, "Let's go, let's find a way down to where this fucker lives."

Sam nodded, and with that, we both began searching for the Wendigo's den, and Josh.

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