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Splinters dug into my back as Trager dragged me down the hallway, but I couldn't find it in me to care.

Not when I knew this monster had gotten his hands on my husband.

My tears stung my cheeks, and my sobs burned my throat, but I couldn't stop crying.

I came here to rescue Miles, but I failed him. I would've taken more of Trager's abuse, let Chris Walker tear me to shreds—hell, I would've let The Groom claim me as his bride.

I would've endured anything as long as I knew my husband was safe.

But now…

"You women sure do cry a lot." Trager butted in, not looking back at me. "Is it to attract men? Fluttering your pretty eyes with tears and rosy cheeks to get men's instincts all riled up? Heh, that must've been how you got your hubbie, right? He seems like a tough guy, but he crumbles like the rest of us. Haha, I still can remember how he looked when I cut his fingers off. Priceless!"

I bit my lip and squeezed my eyes shut, silently begging for him to stop.

"But, even better, was when I asked him if he was married. Any idiot could tell he was thinking of you. It is so fucking sappy, to be honest. There he was, about to be one of my experiments, and all he could think about…was his wife."

'Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up!'

"I'm looking forward to him seeing you like this. What will he think, seeing his precious wife all beat up and damaged? Will he cry? Lash out? Or will he loathe himself for not being about to protect yo-?"

Using all the strength I could muster, I dug my fingernails into his hand, hoping I would draw blood and infect him with some horrible disease.

But Trager just paused and turned around to smirk down at me.

"What's this? Are you telling me to stop? Little Miss One Arm is telling me to shut up? Ha! What can you do? You can barely talk, let alone stand!"

And he was right, I couldn't do a damn thing, but that didn't stop me from digging my nails further into his wrinkled skin.

"Heh," Trager barked, jerking my arm roughly. "Nice to see your spark hasn't died….yet."

Suddenly, a scream echoed from down the hallway, and I felt my heart almost stop thinking it was Miles.

"It seems I have a rowdy patient." Trager suddenly dropped my arm before kicking me under one of the beds in the hallway. "Stay there, Stumpy. I'll be right back."

My ribs on fire, I watched him walk away, his footsteps so light that it seemed like he was floating.

'..I..have..to..find…Miles….'

Slowly, I rolled out from under the bed and grasped the railing against the bed. Then, screwing my eyes shut, I braced myself against the metal beams and gradually pulled myself to my shaking feet, pain tearing through my body with every movement.

Once I was on my feet, I tried to take a step forward, only to crumble to my knees as a shock flew up my leg. I wanted to scream, but I just couldn't. Breathing was hard enough as it was, so how the fuck could I manage to scream?

But I couldn't give up, no when Miles is so close.

Bracing myself once more, I lifted myself up with the assistance of the railing and managed to stumble towards the wall without too much difficulty.

'Hold on, Miles. I'm coming to get you. Just…please…don't go anywhere until I find you…..'

Then, at a snail-like pace, I trudged down the hallway using the wall as my support.

(Miles)

"Shut up!" I hissed at the former executive screaming his lungs out on the bed. "You're going to get the both of us killed!"

But the deformed man paid me no heed and just continued to scream Trager's name.

In the distance, I could hear someone walking down the hallway, and I quickly hid under a bed, my heart pounding in my ears.

Not two seconds later, Trager waltzed into the room and approached the screaming man, talking to him in that white collar business school douchebag voice of his.

'He was probably Murkoff brass before whatever infected this place got to him.'

"I see what's happening here. You're bored." Trager said, holding the same pair of bone shears he used on me. "You want a little attention. Perfectly understandable. Well, I'm here for you. I'll give you very special attention."

Then he lifted the shears up into the air before plunging them into the executive's chest, his screams of agony filling the air.

I've lost track on how many times someone has been killed in front of me since coming to this fucking hellhole. It must've been a lot since seeing this did nothing to me.

Had I become so desensitized that being stabbed in the chest meant nothing to me now?

'I got to get out of here before I lose my mind completely…'

I watched Trager walk away and quickly realized he was heading back to the room I was supposed to be in.

'Time to go!'

I rolled out from under the bed and dashed out of the room, just as I heard Trager yell, "Goddammit, how did you get out?!"

I paid no mind to my surroundings and kept running until I was back at the elevator shaft. Trager's footsteps were echoing down the hallway, and I immediately flew into the elevator, only to find the damn thing needed a fucking key!

"Shit, shit!" I mumbled under my breath, frantically searching for another exit route.

My old friend, the hanging vent louver, waved "Hello!" from the ceiling and I didn't waste a second in hopping up and crawling inside the dark, cramped sanctuary once more.

'I gotta find that elevator key pronto!'

As quietly as possible, I hopped out of the vent and landed in a dark hallway. Flicking my camcorder's night vision on, I creeped to the end of the hallway and peeked around the corner.

No one here, no one there.

"Alright," I whispered. "The coast is cl-AGH!"

In the fit of adrenaline, I'd forgotten I was missing two fingers and the strap of my camcorder just rubbed against one of the bony nubs.

"Fucking shit.." I moaned, praying no one heard my screams as I continued forward.

I nearly crapped myself when Trager's silhouette appeared at the end of the hallway, and I basically threw myself into the next room, plastering my back to the wall.

"Aw, Buddy." Trager sighed, his voice gradually getting louder. "What are you trying to do? I gave you a chance, didn't I? Didn't old Rick try to give you a hand?" In the dim light, I could see his shadow making its way down the hallway behind me. "Well, I can't help somebody who doesn't want to be helped. You're fired."

'You were never my fucking boss, dipshit.'

I waited until his footsteps were out of hearing range before getting up and venturing deeper into the room, knowing going back out into the hallway was suicide.

It appeared to be another hospital room with various beds and broken desks scattered here and there. Some beds were empty and some had a patient lying in it, whether they were dead or alive was beyond me.

'Hopefully you poor bastards are dead. Trust me, you're better off dead than alive right now.'

This room connected to another full of dead or alive patients, all with varying degrees of missing body parts.

The air reeked of piss and blood, and I hated that I was used to it by now.

Once I was back in the hallway, I veered to the left and headed towards a door blocked by a large metal cabinet.

Mustering up all my strength, I pushed against the damn thing until it slowly started to budge.

'C'mon! Move, dammit! Move!'

Eventually, the piece of shit was out of the way and I flung the door open and slammed it behind me, just as I heard a "There you are, Buddy!" echo from down the hallway.

Heart pounding in my ears, I tore down the hallway and raced into the first room I saw, slamming the door behind me once again. Surveying the room, I realized I hid in a fucking bathroom of all places!

The door pounded behind me, and I desperately searched for a place to hide.

All there was in the bathroom were a few stalls and a shit ton of lockers.

'Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!'

The pounding grew louder and the bolts on the door began to fall off their hinges.

Seeing no other option, I raced towards one of the stalls to hide in.

Suddenly, one of the lockers flew open and a hand shot out and grabbed me, yanking me inside before slamming it shut again.

I was in too much shock to put up a fight, much less scream, as my attacker placed their hand over my mouth to silence me.

Not a second later, the bathroom door shot open and Trager slithered in, his shears ready to attack.

"Buddy?" He called out in a sing-song voice, tapping the shears against the lockers and peeking into the stalls. "You here?"

My attacker tightened their grip over my mouth, and I found myself rolling my eyes.

'Oh yeah, as if I'm going to answer him, dumbass.'

Trager called out my nickname a couple more times, but after receiving nothing but silence, he sighed and walked out of the room, mumbling "Slippery little fucker" under this breath.

Once the coast was clear, I smacked the hand off my mouth and whirled around to face my attacker, not sure whether to be relieved or on edge.

I was still holding onto my "Trust no one" motto in this asylum, but this patient just saved my life, so I figured thanks was in order.

"…Hey,…thanks."

It was pitch black inside the locker, so I couldn't see my savior's face, but I could tell from when they were holding my mouth shut that they were much shorter than me.

And their body was…..was…

I felt the air turn ice cold, and my finger began to tingle.

'Oh God….'

Slowly, I lifted up my camcorder and turned on the back light, illuminating the locker in a bright light.

I could finally see my savior clearly, and I dropped my camcorder the moment I saw them, my limbs suddenly turning to jelly.

I couldn't believe my eyes at what I was seeing.

Because….

Because the person who just saved my life…

Was Young-ja.

A/N: *Michael Scott from The Office voice* "OH MY GOD! IT'S HAPPENING! EVERYBODY STAY CALM! STAY FUCKING CALM!" lol.

Yes, it has happened! Originally, I planned for them to never find each other, but the way the story was going, it would be stupid to keep them apart since they were going to run into each other eventually. Actually, I was going to have Miles escape and Young-ja see him and try to call out to him, but she can't freaking speak so he doesn't know! But I figured they had suffered enough, so the lover and lady finally find each other after 21 chapters apart! But I'm still following the main storyline, so many things can still go wrong for them! :D And, please, give me some songs that make you think of Miles/Young-ja or Outlast in general! It helps me get inspired! :D Please~!

And everyone! Go check out "The Parks" by silkyterrier34! It is an awesome story about Waylon's family! We barely have any fanfiction about Lisa and the kids, so go check it out! It is really awesome!

Look forward to the next chapter! :D