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Miles watched from the cameras, sighing as he watched the newcomer make her way through the asylum.
“This is taking forever,” he muttered.
First Walker, then Father Martin got to her before he could do anything, if he could’ve done anything at all.
The Walrider peered over his shoulder, whispering and ghostly.
“Make sure she gets through. I don’t want any accidents.”
The Walrider did as it was told, leaving Miles in a trail of mist.
Miles continued looking at the cameras, tracking the girl’s every move as she made her way deeper and deeper into the asylum.
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Violet continued forth, having made her way through the prison block, past a set of stairs to A block, and back down a hallway again, where she met face to face with the twins.
“She’s very resourceful.”
“I can see that.”
She huffed as she walked up to them at the barred door.
“So are you two, like, my own personal bodyguards, or are you just watching me?” she asked.
They shifted, glancing at each other.
“Father Martin instructed us to only watch from afar.”
“Not attack you.”
The twin with hair approached, his face much closer.
“You look young.”
“Very young.”
Violet had to keep her gaze straight on his face so she wouldn’t look down at his exposed…form. She noticed an open window to her right, shifting her gaze between them and the window.
“I…gotta go,” she said to them, before she climbed out the window, and onto the ledge of the outside edge.
Once she made her way to the other side of the hall, she looked, seeing that the twins vanished. She stared, but continued forth anyways. Down a deep dark hall, past another decontamination room, voices and shouting could be heard.
She turned her flashlight off, looking down into another cell block area.
It was the big guy that had thrown her earlier in the night. He held someone up by their neck, muttering under his breath.
Violet peeked through the bars as she watched him. With wide eyes, she saw as she ripped the man’s head off with ease, muttering something.
“We have to contain it.”
Her hand went around her own neck, remembering how he had clutched it so tightly.
He stalked off, leaving behind the body of his victim.
She shook it off, trying not to think about what would happen if he caught her again.
Past the showers, she came upon a darker area, the illumination of the lights outside on a sign.
D Block - Showers
She sighed, but she didn’t want to bring her flashlight out, in case the big guy was still around. She made her way down the empty hall, rain beating down on the windows now. By the lightning, she could see anyways, before she came face to face with one of the twins again.
She gasped. Tripping over her feet and onto the floor.
“Are you surprised?” He asked, his face illuminated by the lightning outside.
Violet blinked a few times, registering the question.
“You caught me off guard. That’s all,” she answered.
She got up quickly, staring at him and his machete. He noticed this, and raised his weapon up to look at the light that glimmered off the blade.
“This place is dangerous. You never know when you need to protect yourself,” he merely said, looking at it.
She nodded, still looking at him.
He noticed this.
“Are you afraid of me?” He asked.
“No!” She retorted, before she backpedaled. “Maybe.”
He scoffed, moving off to the side.
“You may pass through,” he said, gesturing with an arm out.
She slowly walked past him, never breaking eye contact with him, until she bumped into the second twin. He also moved to the side, looking down at her in the light of the lightning outside. She kept her footing, keeping an eye on them until they were out of view.
Down the hall, passing a door, she saw a security room, going in as it showed a decontamination room behind the glass. She saw the cameras on it, showing different parts of the asylum. All different parts of it, including the elevator she needed to go through.
The decontamination process began suddenly, and one of the doors opened, the big guy from earlier stepping through. Violet backed away, and he started pounding on the glass, breaking it.
“Shit!” She yelled, looking for a possible exit.
She saw an open vent, with a desk propped up under it. As he nearly broke through, she made a break for the vent. She heard glass breaking, and the large man snarling. She jumped up, climbing through. She felt a grip on her foot, causing her to slip. She looked back, and he was pulling her back down. With a swift kick from her other foot, she hit him in the face.
He reeled back, snarling as he held onto what was left of his face.
“Sorry!” she yelled before she climbed through the vent, making her way out onto the outside of the security room.
“I have to loop around him, to get to the other side.”
She opened the barred door, past the security door, and was making her way to the other side of the decontamination room. Until there was a fire, and an explosion that knocked her down, and out a window down below.
She shrieked, landing on something hard and wet. She recuperated quickly, despite her head swimming. She gasped, moving off of whatever it was that stopped her landing. A light flickered on, and she looked down in horror, breathing rapidly.
Body parts. So. Many. Bodies.
She felt sick to her stomach.
She moved back, looking as she saw the body of a decapitated security guard. The light above flickered and shut off, leaving her in complete darkness. There was a loud thud, and the clanking of chains.
“I’m coming, you won’t have to kill yourself.”
Violet took a shaky breath as she heard the voice, coming from the upstairs of the room. She crouched in the darkness, making a loop around him as he walked downstairs.