Miles ran through the sewers, trying not to throw up from the stench. A moment later, Miles came across a ladder, and started climbing it, only to freeze when he saw someone staring down at him before disappearing. When Miles reached the top of the sewage pipe, he could hear Variants screaming in what seemed to be both pain and fright. The sound made his heart race as he pushed himself to move faster, desperate to find a way out of the dangerous situation.
With each step, the fear of the unknown grew stronger, urging him to keep moving forward despite the uncertainty ahead. Miles hurried down a long corridor, choosing to ignore the creepy humming that suddenly pierced the air, and opened a door, entered the room, and shut the door behind him.
"Y-You don't have to be scared of me."
Miles gasped, flinching away from the Variant he hadn't seen.
"I-I-I can tell we're the same. You still know what's real," the Variant continued earnestly, and Miles nodded slightly.
"The doctor's dead; you know that, right? Dr. Wernicke. Died before he even started working here," the Variant stated nervously, never taking his eyes off Miles.
"What kind of experiments does a dead doctor perform on living patients? That's the question," the Variant said in a matter-of-fact tone and fell silent.
The Patients know Dr. Wernicke is dead. One asks me, 'What kind of experiments does a dead doctor perform on living patients?' What is PROJECT WALRIDER? Miles wondered and let out a heavy sigh.
"Good question," Miles whispered, letting out a shaky breath and climbing down a nearby ladder, which led him deeper into the sewers. Miles walked forward a few feet and stumbled back in terror when a body fell from the ceiling and dropped to the ground in front of him. Miles simply ignored it, and pushed on, using the night vision on his camcorder when it got too dark.
A splash sounded out, causing Miles to breathe shakily before crawling into a small space and eventually making his way into a large body of water. A few moments later, Miles heard a low, raspy growl, and clinking chains, making him immediately realize that Chris Walker was down here with him.
Miles knew he had to stay quiet and hidden, praying that he wouldn't be discovered by the menacing figure. The darkness seemed to close in around him, amplifying his fear as he tried to come up with a plan to escape.
After evading Walker and climbing up a ladder, Miles found himself in a different part of the sewers, this time under the Male Ward. Miles went over a door, peering into the window, and gagged a little. The room was filled with dead bodies, with flies buzzing around the bodies. The stench was overpowering, making Miles take a step back in disgust.
I thought this sewer couldn't smell any worse. Hundreds of bodies crammed into a room, thousands of flies. Is this the Priest's "way out?" Miles thought before walking over to a shelf and shoving it out of the way. Miles crawled through the small vent, wary of the Variant sitting in the chair, and opened the door, quickly changing out the batteries in his camcorder.
Miles heard a banging sound, and moved toward it, stopping in the middle of a doorway, staring at another door that was attempting to be bashed down but was blocked by a shelf.
"I'm gonna have to move that, aren't I?" Miles asked himself, taking a deep breath before mustering up the courage to approach the shelf and clear the way for the door to open. As he pushed the shelf aside, he braced himself for whatever horrors lay beyond.
Miles flung the door open, fully prepared to run, but there was no one there. Not trusting his luck, Miles cautiously stepped into the hall, his camcorder ready to capture any potential danger that may arise. The room was eerily silent, with only the sound of his own breathing echoing off the walls.
Entering a room, Miles frowned in disgust and apprehension at the message written on the wall.
The harder I try to escape, the further I get into this god awful place. Like fighting a tar pit. They've been torturing people in the basement and by method. Written on the wall: FINGERS FIRST. THEN BALLS. THEN TOUNGE. Somebody's managing the torture, instructing them, Miles thought and swallowed heavily, moving on.
Crawling through a gap, Miles found himself in a hospital of some kind. The stench of decay and the sound of soft, pained moans filled the air, sending a shiver down Miles' spine. He knew he had to find a way out before the person who did this found him.
Ignoring the beds with curtains drawn around them, Miles clambered up into a vent, hoping it would lead him to safety. The second he dropped to the ground, a tied up guard started screaming at the top of his lungs, and a pair of Variants started bashing down the door.
Panicked, Miles quickly shoved a shelf out of the way, and ran down the hall, desperately searching for an exit, as the chaos behind him grew louder. The dimly lit corridor seemed to stretch on endlessly, with no signs of escape in sight.
"We'll flank that piece of shit!" One of the Variants screamed furiously. Miles slammed a door shut behind him, blocking it with a shelf, before moving a different shelf away from the door it was blocking and continuing down the corridor, hoping to find a way out before the Variants caught up to him. The sound of footsteps echoed behind him, pushing him to run faster and make split-second decisions to evade capture.
"There's gotta be another way!" A Variant screamed angrily, but Miles ignored him in favor of escaping.
"There's another door! This way!" The second Variant hollered gleefully, and Miles just ignored him as well. Miles fled, slamming another door behind him before clambering into a vent, and crawling through. Dropping to the other side, Miles didn't give himself time to relax before running as the Variants behind him screamed about death and taxes. Miles pushed himself faster, and jumped across a huge gap, landing on the other side with a painful grunt.
"You slippery little whore," one of the Variants growled as Miles watched them run off, presumably looking for another route.