A/N: Thank you very much for the lovely reviews! I hope my story continues to please you! This chapter is fairly short, but it has something important. I promise the next chapter will be more fulfilling. I just wanted to get a chapter out since school has been so crazy. I promise to update this weekend though!

Please enjoy! And welcome any new readers!

(Miles)

I was being hunted.

Those twins from before finally caught up with me and, from the looks of it, they were ready to follow through on their promise to eat my liver and heart.

And so, here I am, hanging from a window ledge and praying they won't break through that metal gate and pull me back in.

'Just let me go home. If you truly are a merciful God, get me the fuck out of here and I'll do whatever you want! Just let me see my wife and baby once more!'

My arms began to quiver from hanging for so long, so I quickly strafed myself to the broken window a few yards away.

Before crawling over the ledge, I peeked around the edge of the window to see if the Twins were still there.

My blood chilled when I was greeted with an empty hallway.

'Fuck, I need to hurry!'

With a light grunt, I lifted myself up and over the window, minding the broken glass.

'Yeah, just what I need. I end up escaping the Ninth circle of Hell with a big fucker ripping people's heads off only to die of a damn infection.'

There was a room with a shattered window to my left, the faint hum of a computer drifting from it.

Figuring I could find some supplies, I hopped inside and began to ransack the place.

Unfortunately, there was no genie in a bottle, just a single battery which I guess helps a little.

It actually helps a lot, but they run out of juice so freaking easily!

Sighing, I walked back towards the window until I noticed there was a security desk on the far side of the room.

Some poor dead bastard was splattered on the floor, so I tried to steer clear of him.

The screen flashed footage from various part of the asylum, and I felt my stomach turn at what some of the patients were doing.

"Fucking Hell…" I breathed as some freak started sawing someone's dick off with a handsaw. "I need to get out of here."

I was about to hop back over the ledge when something caught my eye.

In the upper right screen labeled "Laboratory", I could see someone dressed in a ripped white gown walking down an empty hallway.

A woman in a ripped white gown.

"But there aren't any female patients here.."

Slowly, I walked back towards the control panel, never taking my eyes off the screen.

I could only see the back of her head, but…for some reason…I felt like I knew her.

Quickly, I typed in the camera's ID number and pushed the zoom in button until the woman's body took up the entire screen.

That wavy, black hair.

Those long fingers.

That…birthmark on her shoulder.

"Oh God no." My body went numb. "Oh fucking God, don't tell me-!"

And at the moment, the woman turned around and I saw my wife's bloodied, bruised face stare straight into the camera.

"FUCK!" I slammed my fists into the metal desk, leaving a huge dent in it. "GODDAMMIT, YOUNG-JA! WHY ARE YOU HERE?!" I crumbled to my knees, fingers digging into my scalp. "PLEASE DON'T' TELL ME CAME TO FIND ME! PLEASE!"

But I knew that was exactly what she did.

I didn't call her and she knew I was going somewhere dangerous.

Of course she would come after me.

"Young-ja.."I whispered, staring at my wife's face. "Oh God…what has happened to you?" I crawled to my feet and reached out towards the screen. "Why is your face covered in blood? Where are you clothes?" I hit my forehead against the screen and weakly beat my fists against the monitors as tears stung my eyes.

"…I…I didn't ask you to come rescue me, you foolish woman." The tears ran free and I pounded against the monitors harder. "Was that…was that baseball bat I kicked aside yours? Oh fuck….Oh fucking God no…."

I couldn't finish my sentence, instead choosing to ram my fist through the adjacent screen and scream my lungs out.

All the clues had been staring me right in the face, but I ignored them.

And as a result, I condemned my wife to Hell.

"GAH!" I punched the wall, ignoring the sharp pain tearing up my arm. "HOW COULD I BE SO STUPID?! MY DREAM, THOSE TWINS, THE BAT, WHY DIDN'T I REALIZE IT SOONER?!"

Clutching my bleeding fists to my chest, I stared up at the screen once more with a heavy heart.

"…What kind of husband am I?" I whispered, watching my wife step into a room filled with dead bodies. "Fuck…I..I need to go find her!"

Taking note of the location, I launched myself out of the room and down the hallway, heart pounding my ears.

'I found you, Young-ja! Don't worry, I'm coming to get you!'

(Young-ja)

I don't know why, but that security camera in the corner of the room kept bothering me.

Figuring it was just paranoia, I shook it off and began investigating the room.

A desk stood in front of me with a Murkoff logo and Walrider Project sign flashing behind it, cracked in various places.

The room was in complete shambles too.

Blood smeared from floor to ceiling and body parts littered around the room like something tore them apart from the inside.

"Walrider.." I whispered, stepping into a puddle of blood. "Waylon was right. The ones who committed suicide were the lucky ones."

There was a computer behind the desk, and it seemed to be in working condition.

I pushed a dead guard out of the chair and sat down, rolling it up to the computer.

"I'm sure you wouldn't mind it if I took your seat, sir."

No reply.

"I didn't think so."

I wiggled the mouse for a moment before a password lock popped up.

"Of course." I sighed, racking my brain for any possible passwords. "Mount Massive? Murkoff?"

Reluctantly, I peeked down at the decapitated body next to me and reached into his pocket for any clues.

"Card key. Gum wrapper. Cigarettes. And…a..card with the word 'ALP' etched onto it."

"ALP" I mumbled, scurrying back to the computer and typing it in.

Access Granted

The ALP. A nightmare creature originating in German folklore. It sits on a sleeping person's chest and become heavier until their crushing weight awakes the victim. It drinks blood from the nipples of young men and the breast milk of young milk.

And, it is also known by many names: trud, mar, mart, mahr, schrat.

And, most importantly, Walrider.

The desktop had several folders littered across it, but the one labeled "Research History" caught my eye.

"You sent me down here to seek revelation." I stated, clicking on the folder and scanning the various files. "Then let me receive it."

A/N: Google the "Nachtmahr" painting. That is the monster the Walrider is based off of. Very creepy stuff!