Miles looked around, choosing to ignore the fact that the Administration was filled with dead bodies. A few were decapitated, but most of the bodies had their heads still attached to their bodies. Blood and guts were all over the floor and walls, making Miles resist the urge to gag. Miles glanced up at the window he was thrown out of, his eyes drawn to the words below it a second later.
"'Proclaim the gospel.' Okay," Miles muttered slowly before glancing around.
"Security control. The officer said security control. Now where would that be?" Miles wondered aloud before turning around and seeing a hallway that led off somewhere.
Miles hurried there and stumbled to a stop when he spotted a patient sitting in a wheelchair. Miles steeled himself and walked past the patient, who thankfully ignored him, and tried the first door he saw. The room was unlocked, thank God. The room looked like some kind of lounge, with three men with deformities on their heads, arms, and hands wearing similar uniforms staring blankly at a static-filled television.
A crowd of dead men watching a dead channel. They look like patients. They look like they survived whatever's happened here, but nobody's home, Miles thought before hurrying to another room and opening it.
This room looked like some sort of office or conference room, and in the back right corner sat the dear body of a security guard. Miles ran over and grinned in delight at the sight of the key card to security control. With a quick glance around the room, Miles grabbed the key card and rushed back to the lounge, hoping to gain access to security control and find a way out of this eerie place. The three deformed men continued to stare blankly at the television, seemingly unaware of his presence.
"Now I can get out of here. Holy hell," Miles muttered as he made his way back the way he came. The patient sitting in the wheelchair from before suddenly lunged at Miles, making him yell in surprise, and tackled the reporter to the ground.
"Get them out! Please! The Doctor is dead! Rip them clean! You have to help me!" The patient begged wildly before Miles shoved him off, and the patient scrambled away from him before curling into a fetal postion. Miles quickly got up, and rushed down the hallway, his heart pounding in his chest as he searched for security control. Miles hurried down a different hallway, skidding to a stop when he saw a patient bash down a door. After a long moment, Miles continued down the hallway, sighing with relief when he noticed he had finally found security control.
Using the key card, Miles burst into the room and shut the door behind him. Miles turned to the computers, which were working, much to Miles' relief, and sat down in the swivel seat. Miles quickly started to type in the code for the front doors.
As Miles typed in the code, his hands trembled slightly from the adrenaline still coursing through his veins. He couldn't shake off the image of the patient's wild eyes and the haunting screams about a dead doctor. Miles glanced up quickly to see the priest from before in one of the cameras, his hand on a lever. Miles inhaled sharply when he realized what type of lever it was.
"Don't you dare, you bastard," Miles growled just as the priest yanked the lever down, plunging the asylum into darkness with a loud clank. Miles groaned loudly and threw his hands up in the air in irritation.
"The one thing I didn't want you to do, you did. What the actual fuck?" Miles demanded, his heart beginning to pound in his chest.
Suddenly, Miles heard clinking chains, making him whirl around, eyes wide with fright.
"We have to contain it," a voice growled faintly.
"Oh, great. It's the big guy," Miles breathed before spying a pair of lockers. Miles stumbled to his feet, and slipped inside one of the lockers just as the big guy started banging on the door. After a couple of thuds, the door caved, and the big guy entered the room with a low growl as he sniffed the air.
"You were here, weren't you? Little pig. I'll find all you whores," the big guy growled gruffly before opening the locker next to Miles. Miles held his breath, praying the big guy wouldn't find him. The big guy shut the locker, and, after scanning the room once more, left, chains clinking together.
"Patience. Cornerstone of enhanced interrogation. Endurance of the man asking questions, not the subject. We will have truth," the big guy growled, before falling silent. As the sound of footsteps faded away, Miles cautiously emerged from the locker, very relieved to have escaped detection.
The big fucker is stalking me. I found a patient file for CHRIS WALKER, ex-military police, several tours in Afghanistan. A lot of blood in this place is on his hands, but not all of it, Miles thought, his mind flashing back to the file he had found earlier about the big guy who bashed down the door, sighing with relief before he frowned, knowing that to restart the computers, he'd have to go into the basement.
It was the most logical place to store a generator. Miles took a deep breath, steeling himself for what lay ahead. He knew he had to be careful, especially with someone like Chris Walker on the loose. Miles crept out of security control and made his way to the stairs, using the night vision on his camcorder to see where he was going.
A moment later, Miles heard the sound of rushing water and jogged over to the stairs, only to see a busted pipe that was pouring water everywhere. Miles groaned in annoyance and rubbed the bridge of his nose for a brief moment before putting his hand down.
"Well, at least my camcorder's waterproof. Let's do this before I change my mind," Miles muttered and marched down the stairs. Miles made it downstairs and started wading through the water towards the generator. Once he got there, he groaned again. He would have to turn on the two Gas pumps as well as the Main Breaker in order to restart the generator.
"You're shitting me. You've gotta be. I've seen enough. I just want to leave," Miles said tiredly. Miles turned around and observed his surroundings, putting his hands on his hips.
A splash sounded, and Miles jerked his head towards the sound, his breath hitching in fear. Miles couldn't tell where it was coming from. The room was round in shape, so the sound echoed. Time to get moving, Miles thought nervously and began his search. Miles found the first gas pump easily and quickly pressed it, activating it with a loud hiss, and he picked up a nearby battery, using it in his camcorder.
When Miles left the room the first gas pump was in, he heard the thudding of a body against a door, making him stiffen. With the help of the night vision on his camcorder, Miles quickly located the thudding sound just in time to see a Variant burst into the chamber and started heading his way. Miles stumbled back into the room and crammed himself into a corner just in time to see the Variant enter and begin to search the room.
"Just another ghost," the Variant rasped when he didn't find Miles.
Miles waited a moment before leaving and quickly found the other gas pump and pressed it, activating it with the same loud hissing noise as the first one. Breathing shakily, Miles tucked himself into another corner, and waited for the Varient to arrive. Once he did, the Variant began to search the room.
"Up to Heaven, went away," the Variant said, and left the room. Now, Miles needed to find the Main Breaker. After a few moments of searching, Miles found it and pulled it.
Time to get back to the generator, Miles thought, and he quickly backtracked. When Miles pulled the lever that restarted the generator, the lights in the asylum sprang to life with a loud thud. That, unfortunately, caught the attention of the Variant hunting him.
Miles whirled around with a gasp and spied the Variant, pointing his weapon at him and glaring. Miles took that as his cue and took off running, the Variant giving chase with a yell of anger. Miles luckily ended up losing the Variant before he could get killed. Miles didn't stop running until he got back to security control.