A/N: Thank you all so much for the reviews and support! I hope my story continues to please you!

Now that Young-ja is with Waylon, things are going to get really interesting for her now! mwhahaha. Especially when when you-know-who is coming up~

Welcome all new readers! Enjoy!

Of all the people I expected to come across in this asylum, Waylon Park was nowhere on the list.

"Mr. Park! What are you doing here?! A-and why are you dressed like a patient?!"

"I wor-well, I used to work here. But, that is not important right now. What are you doing here?!"

"I'm looking for my husband."

"Your hus-?" Something flashed across his eyes, and he bit his lip. "….You…. married Miles Upshur, didn't you?"

It was more of a statement than a question, but I nodded anyways.

"Yeah. He received an e-mail, asking for him to come check this place out. When he didn't call, I started to have these horrible visions and came here to look for him."

"I see." Ever since he realized Miles' is my husband, he refused to meet my eyes, and an ache started to form in my abdomen.

"Mr. Park, you…..wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?"

His posture stiffened, and he scratched the back of his neck before replying in a soft voice.

"I…..I was the one who e-mailed Miles. Murkoff hired me as a Software Consultant, and I've seen terrible-horrible things, things that needed to be exposed. I still had the card you gave me, and I knew Miles was already investigating Murkoff, so-."

He never got to finish his explanation.

Why?

Because I decked him in the face with all my might, sending him straight to the ground.

"Wh-?!"

"Do you know what has happened to my husband?!" I pointed to the tower behind me. "When I entered the asylum, I saw some freak in cleric's clothes dragging my husband towards this building! And he wasn't moving! I don't know if he is dead or alive, and I've been through so much shit to get to this point!" I yanked him up by his collar and shook him. "We have a daughter at home, Mr. Park. A beautiful two-year old girl who is probably wondering where her Mommy and Daddy are! She has no idea they are in an isolated asylum with blood thirsty patients and have no way of defending ourselves! And if we die here, no one will know, and it will all be your fault!" My voice cracked and I threw him back on the ground. "Miles could already be dead, and I'll never get to hold him again." Tears streamed down my cheeks, and I angrily rubbed my eyes. "Why did this have to happen?! Why him?! Why my Miles?" I hated myself for crying in front of him, but the tears wouldn't stop. "I hate you, Waylon Park. I really do."

Deep down, I knew it wasn't Waylon's fault.

It was no one's fault but Murkoff's.

But I still was angry. At him, at Murkoff, at Miles, and at myself.

"Young-ja," Waylon breathed out, standing up and reaching towards me.

I tried to back away, but he pulled me into his arms and all of my anger instantly vanished.

"Shhh," He cooed, stroking my hair and rubbing my back. "Everything is going to be alright. We're going to find Miles, and we'll walk out of this place together, alright?"

I said nothing, just clung to him and continued crying on his shoulder.

"….I'm sorry, Young-ja. Truly I am."

Even after I stopped crying, I remain latched onto Mr. Park, feeling drained all of a sudden.

And he didn't push me away, like he also needed some comfort after his own tribulations.

"I am sorry for hitting you, Mr. Park. It isn't your fault any of this happened."

"Oh, Young-ja." He smiled and pulled away. "Don't apologize. I get it, you are angry. So am I. In fact, I want nothing more than to be with my own family right now, but first, we need to get into that prison tower and find the short-wave radio. Then we can alert the police, and then go find Miles. Alright?"

Even after decking him in the face and breaking down on his shoulder, he still tried to cheer me up and make me feel at ease.

Waylon Park truly is a gracious man.

"….Alright, Mr. Park." I bent down and pick up the discarded bat. "Lead the way."

"Young-ja," He laughed. "I'm only 32 years old. Call me Waylon."

"Alright,….Waylon."

Together, we made our way to the Prison Tower and climbed up the ladder to access the interior.

Once we reached the top, we were met with another patient who was staring out into the dark abyss.

"Don't trust them," He whispered, tightening his grip on the metal railing. "They'll tell you it's science but it's not. They were…..waiting for us. In this place. Billy understood. They've always been here. You…can't hide."

Even though the patients I've come across have caused me nothing but grief, I felt…well, sorry for them. These people were brought here, under the impression that they would receive proper care, only to be turned into guinea pigs.

"Young-ja, the door is th-."

"Waylon, is there any way these people can receive the help they deserve?"

"What do you mean?"

"After we call the police and all of this is brought to light, can these people be transferred to a proper hospital, one that will treat them like human beings?"

Waylon stared at me for a moment before sighing.

"To be honest, I think these people are beyond help. Murkoff's done a number on all of them. But, maybe. Anything's possible." He opened the door and gestured for me to go in. "However, we need to take care of ourselves first."

The door lead into a dim hallway with blood splattered across the walls.

A familiar sight at this point.

Waylon turned on his camcorder's night vision and took his hand in mine.

"Stay close, Young-ja."

We made our way down the hallway, keeping a sharp lookout for anything sinister.

As we passed by piles of decapitated bodies, it frightened me how the sights didn't bother me at all now.

"The security room should be around here." Waylon opened another door and peeked inside. "Aha! There it is!"

He released my hand and scurried over to the small radio settled between a set of monitors.

I went to follow him but was suddenly yanked back by someone.

"Hey-!"

A fist connected with my cheek, and I flew to the ground, my vision turning hazy.

"Ngh! W-Waylon, run!"

My warning came too late.

I saw our attacker hit Waylon on the head with a metal pole before destroying the radio.

'NO!'

Waylon tried to crawl towards me but was rammed back onto the ground by the attacker.

"Waylon Park. You couldn't just.." The man sneered, shoving the pole against Waylon's windpipe. "You couldn't just keep your mouth shut. You couldn't just play along. But you're done talking now…"

I wiped the blood away from my mouth and hurried to my feet, trying to ignore how the room shook with every step.

"Get off of him!" I jumped onto the man's back and yanked him off Waylon.

"Crazy bitch!" He rammed the pole into my gut, causing me to let go of him.

Then he grabbed me by the hair and started slamming my face against a locker door.

Blood gushed from my nose, and I could do nothing but scream.

"Y-Young-ja!" Waylon screamed, still on the ground and blue in the face. "Jeremy! Let…let her go!"

"What?!" Jeremy threw me on the ground next to Waylon. "Is she the one you contacted?! Well, all your efforts were for naught, Mr. Park, because-!"

Then he paused and turned around.

In the distance, I could hear someone screaming and something crashing against the wall.

Jeremy shoved the pole into our faces as he backed out of the room.

"Do me a favor and die here. Both of you!"

Then he was gone.

"Are you alright, Waylon?" I whispered, spitting out blood all the while.

"Forget about me! Are you alright?" He took my face in his hands and winced. "Shit. Here, take off your jacket so I can clean your face."

"Don't worry. I came prepared." I groaned, slipping off my backpack. "I brought a first-aid kit."

"Good move, Young-ja." He opened the kit and grabbed some gauze and antiseptics.

But before he could do a thing, the noise from earlier grew louder until it was right outside the room.

Waylon held a finger to his lips and lead me over to the wall, flicking the lights off in the process.

"Stay still, we might need to run pretty soon."

Not two seconds after those words left his mouth, the door busted open and the monster from before stomped in.

"Shit," Waylon hissed under his breath. "It's Chris Walker." Quickly, he gathered me into his arms and stood up. "Hold on tight, Young-ja."

"Wait, I need to grab my bag and baseball bat."

"There is no time for that. We need to get out now." He watched Walker trudge further into the room before bolting out the door. "Hang on!"

He raced down the hallway, hurdling over desks and dead bodies with Walker in close pursuit.

"Little Pigs!" He screamed.

"Oh God, Waylon!" I buried my face into his shoulder. "He's getting closer!"

"He's not going to catch us!" He panted, swerving to the left. "Look, we can lose him through there!"

Waylon slid through a tight gap between two fallen doors and kept running until we couldn't hear Walker's footsteps any longer.

Then he slowed to a stop and leaned against the wall.

"Se-see," He gasped, falling to his knees. "Told you we'd lose him."

"Yeah, um, thank you for carrying me, Waylon." I tried to wiggle myself out of his grip, but he held me close and stood up again.

"You've lost a lot of blood, Young-ja. Let me get you somewhere safe first, then I'll let you down."

I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and groaned.

"I'm fine, Waylon. Don't worry."

"Oh, but I do worry." He smirked, continuing down the hallway. "I worry that when we find Miles, he will kick my ass for letting my ex-boss attack his precious wife."

I gave a light chuckled and shook my head.

"Yeah, Miles can be quite scary when it comes to his girls. Especially our daughter. You lay a finger on her, and Miles will have you on your butt before you know it."

"Heh, I'll keep that in mind."

Suddenly, there was a light buzz and an announcement blasted over the intercom.

Attention Murkoff Personnel, an emergency evacuation is in process, please proceed immediately through the Administration Block to exit. Patients and the restrained are advised to remain calmly in their rooms until help arrives. Thank you for your cooperation.

"Look like we need to head to the Administration Block."

"After we find Miles first!"

"Of course, I didn't forget." Waylon smiled, shifting me in his arms. "Let go get him now."

We proceeded down the hallway until we came across a man writing on the wall in blood.

"More poor souls," The man turned towards us, a blank expression on his face. "Don't be afraid. You're doing His work. Whether you know it or not."

I squinted at the man, wondering where I'd seen him before.

Then it hit me.

"Hey!" I shouted, causing both Waylon and the 'cleric' to jump. "You're the one who was carrying my husband! Where is he, you bastard?!"

"Young-ja!" Waylon shook me lightly, shaking his head. "Don't make him angry. He could be dangerous."

"I don't care!" I flailed around in his grip, reaching for the 'cleric's' throat. "Tell me where my husband is!"

"My child," The man resumed his writing on the wall. "I don't know where your husband is. Now leave me be. I have to finish my work before the apostle awakens."

"Don't give me that, you fucking nutcase! Tell me wh-!"

Waylon covered my mouth and scurried away until we were out of earshot.

"What the hell, Waylon?!" I snapped the moment he removed his hand. "You said we were going to find Miles! Well, that is the bastard that took him!"

"Young-ja," He stated, sounding like a parent scolding a child. "I promised to help you find Miles, and I am. But, you acting like a maniac is not going to help anyone. Look, that priest's apostle is probably Miles, and if he intends to keep him safe, then he must be locked in one of the cells on the bottom floor. Let's go check there, alright?"

I averted my eyes and didn't say anything, still furious.

"Young-ja." He shook me. "Alright?"

"…Alright."

"Good, now hold on. We need to hop down this hole."

I tightened my hold on him as he jumped down to the next floor.

We landed in room with two cells; their occupants yelling profanities at us.

"Ignore them." Waylon sighed, going out into the dark hallway. "They can't hurt us."

"I know. Man, its pitch black in here."

"Here," He gestured to his camcorder. "Could you hold this for me? Just push to right button to turn on night vision."

I did as he instructed, and we continued on our way.

About three minutes into our trek, I heard someone stomping down the hallway.

"Um, Waylon?"

"I hear it too."

He turned around, and I lifted the camcorder up.

Through the lens, we spotted Christ Walker tearing down the hallway towards us.

"Oh, Fuck!" Waylon whipped around and sprinted the other way.

"How did he find us?!"

"That is not important right now! Just shut up and hold onto me!"

Dashing through the various hallways, it seemed like we couldn't shake Walker no matter what we did.

Finally, we reached a dead end.

"Oh God, Waylon." I whimpered. "We're trapped."

Waylon said nothing, just held me close and took a deep breath.

"W-Waylon?"

"Young-ja, do you trust me?"

"What?"

"Do you trust me?"

At that moment, Walker turned the corner and headed straight for us, that disgusting grin on his face.

"Yes! Yes!" I screeched. "I trust you! I trust you!"

"Good, then hold on tight. I don't know how high up we are."

"W-wait, what?!"

Waylon took a running start and jumped out the window on our left, sending us outside and into the darkness.

A/N: The working title for this chapter was "Waylon and Young-ja get their butts kicked, especially Waylon." Haha. In my mind, I always saw Waylon as a gentle person who was in the wrong place at the wrong time. And Waylon and Young-ja would be total BFF's outside the asylum. haha. The next chapter is where things start getting really sucky for Young-ja~. She won't be able to avoid the next few obstacles this time~