It went towards the door, and Saracen lost sight of it through the slits in the locker, so he stepped out. It was still in the room, and it had heard the locker open. With a squeak of fear, he jumped into the other locker. The Walrider turned around and he held his breath.
It walked back towards the lockers and pulled open the one Saracen had just vacated. Anton bit his lip, craning his neck and holding his breath, hoping his friend would be okay. It went back to the doorway, stood there for a few minutes, trying to work out where Shudder and Rue might have gone, and finally walked off. They could hear it talking to itself as they both slowly left their hiding places. Anton checked the coast was clear before gesturing for Saracen to follow him. They were heading towards a red light. The exit. They jogged back to the stairwell they had seen earlier, the one that led to the basement. There was a leaking water pipe, and it was a little brighter down here, oddly enough. There were a few inches of water on the floor, bits of ruined paper or cardboard floating along the top. The door that led to the generators was locked, but there was a hole in the wall they could just about squeeze through. They walked down the halls, slightly annoyed with the water now soaking through their shoes. Someone called out in the distance, hearing the movement of the water. They passed into the room with the generator, but no way of turning it on, just another headless corpse hanging by its ankle. They moved to the other side of the room and climbed some old, rickety wooden stairs, passing through a door to solid, dry ground. There was a red light shining in the corner of the room. They had found the button to start part of the generator back up. They went to the door, but the door on the other side of the generator room suddenly shook full force as something big threw itself against it. Saracen hid under a bed while Anton flew out of the room, into the water, and into another little side-room. The second switch for the generator. He ignored that and hid in a locker there. He was breathing rather heavily. If the Walrider were to come in, it would almost certainly hear him.
He waited a long time before he was sure it had gone into the room in which the generator had been activated. He went to the button in the room he was in and pushed it, hoping Saracen hadn't met any misfortune. He slammed the door shut, trying to calm his breathing, not sure what he was so worked up about. The lack of sound around gave him courage and he started hunting around the room for batteries for the camera. He went towards the door he had slammed and hesitated, as he could hear a sound on the other side. Something slammed into the door, trying to force it open. The Walrider. Panicking, he ran past the lockers and hid behind a water boiler instead. So far hiding behind instead of inside had worked for him. He crawled to the edge of his cover and peaked round, but he could not see the Walrider, even though he was sure it was in the room. Perhaps it was checking the lockers. Well, at least he had not gone into those. He moved round a little more, found it wasn't the Walrider he was looking at, but perhaps a patient from the asylum, and he seemed...deformed. He was indeed looking through the lockers, though. Anton suddenly remembered Saracen, and hoped he didn't come looking for him now the man looking through the lockers wasn't in the same room. Surely he knew better. He crawled back behind the boiler, heard the man say something and saw him go through the door. That was when he realised hiding had been a very good idea. The man had a weapon in his hand.
He waited a few minutes more before crawling out from his hiding spot, keeping low and using the night vision on the camera to see. Out he went, jumping into the water and heading to the door, looking round for Saracen. All too soon, he found the man with a weapon instead, and moved quickly back, so he was half-hidden by a pillar. Cursing under his breath, he looped around the back of the generator and found the door out again. He got as low as he could, his hair trailing in the water, and lowered the camera, as it was almost out of batteries. He got to the edge of the generator and found he could see nothing and had to raise the camera again. The man with the weapon was right there. He backtracked a little, wondering how he was to escape. He went all the way round the generator, followed by the man who could not see Anton, until the Adept noticed a little walkway. Dry, oddly enough. The floor was slightly higher than that of the generator room, and it was blocked by an old wooden desk, jammed tight in there. He paused a moment to change the batteries in the camera and then went back the way he had come, knowing if he went this way he would probably get lost. The man with the weapon was coming through the doorway. Anton cursed. He must have tracked him through the sound of the water. He changed direction and hurdled over the jammed desk, crouching down a little further down, just as the deformed man turned the corner. He turned a corner himself and found himself in a small room full of human remains. He tried to look for somewhere to hide as he fought a rising nausea at being knee-deep in intestines. He was half-under a metal shelf and there was a bed he wouldn't be able to fit under no matter how hard he tried. He bit his lip and turned to the door, sighing in relief when the man with the weapon walked straight past. Peaking round the door, he found the man staring right at the doorway of the room he was in, and dodged back immediately, hiding behind the open door. He heard the man walk away and peaked out again to check the coast was clear before getting up and going further down the hall, where he found another room. He went inside and found a switch, realising this was why the generator wasn't working yet.
He crept out, thinking perhaps there was another one to find, leaping over the jammed desk again and pulling a face, cursing himself. He had made a fair amount of noise with just that jump. Could he possibly have shouted any louder? He continued down the hall, went to turn off to a different path, but saw someone there. He shook his head and continued the way he had been going originally. The first door he came to was locked. Another one leading to what looked like a laundry room stood open. He went inside and crouched behind a desk thing, looking for batteries. After a while of crouching there, he decided the deformed man wasn't coming in and left the room, going back the way he had come and finding himself walking almost right into him. With a gasp, he turned and ran the other way, straight into the washing up area he had been in before. He slammed the door and looked around. There was essentially nowhere to hide. The desk thing would not provide much cover and in the end he hid in the corner that would be hidden by the door once opened. The door fell down and the man noticed him instantly. With a yell, Anton scrambled away as best he could and took off down the hall. He leapt over the desk jamming the hall and hurtled into a room in which he found a locker he could hide in. He rested his head against the back of the locker and tried to get his breath back and be quiet. Where had Saracen gone? The man came in, looked around and...
...and decided no-one was there. Relieved, he left the locker and finally found some batteries. He looked around the room, making a small comment about how fast the batteries ran out, and decided his next priority was to find Saracen. He made his way down the hallway, hoisting himself over the desk again, and found the corridor he had not been down yet was clear. He went into the first room, full of hope, and walked right into the deformed man with the weapon. Despite himself, he screamed. He turned and ran, slamming the door behind him, and went for the next door down, which turned out to lead to the same room, as he found out when the deformed man same barrelling into him, ripping another scream from his throat. He ran, not quite looking where he was going, and found himself sprinting into the room they had found the first generator button in. He tucked himself behind a little bit of wood and hoped.
Finally, the man went away and Anton was alone again. He stood up shakily and went back out to the water, looking around for something. There was a little green light in the centre of the room, so he went to that and found he just had to flick a little switch to turn on the generator. After that, he made his way back to the crack in the wall that had led him to the generator in the first place. He could find Saracen again later. He got through the tight squeeze and took the stairs two at a time back to the little lobby bit. Looking down, he realised he was tracking blood from a puddle at the top of the stairs across the blue carpet in the corridor leading to the security room. He took a detour into a bathroom, finding himself somewhat desperate, but the first toilet had a bludgeoned corpse upon it. The second was filled with blood and had a severed head and arm floating within. He backed out into the corridor again and told himself he could wait. He went opposite, having lost his bearings, and found himself in a room stacked with shelves. The shelves were stacked with body parts being molested by flies. He went round the shelves and found two men, both dead, one on the floor with his intestines torn out, which Anton only realised when he stepped in them. Shaking his shoe clean, he found a computer on a desk and tried to access some information. Naturally, it didn't work. Instead, he found a camera battery and just as he picked it up, the door slammed shut behind him. He jumped, wheeling round and finding his eyes locking on the door. "Who...who closed the door? Saracen?!" Carefully, he made his way back to the hallway, opening the door only a wary inch at first, then, upon finding the coast clear and deciding the door had simply swung shut, he stepped out and continued down the hall. He got to the Security Room and sat at the table carefully. As he reached for the keys, someone grabbed him, fingers knotting in tight with his long, black hair, arms trying to push him forwards. Anton pressed one hand against the desk and used the other to try and get his attacker off him. He looked up and a needle went plunging into his jugular vein. His vision blurred and he collapsed forwards onto the security desk. He looked round and there was the priest. "I'm sorry, my son." He began as Anton tried weakly to push him away. "I didn't want to have to do this to you, but you can't leave, not yet. There's so much more for you to witness." His attempts to push the man away from him only ended up with him falling off his chair and the man grasping his shoulders as he lay helpless on the floor. "Will you see it?" He forced Anton's head so he could see the security cameras, see footage of men who looked like soldiers marching in. "Can you? Are lord, the Walrider, tearing his truth into the unbelievers." Okay, so this man thought the Walrider was God...odd. Suddenly the soldiers were being thrown around by some unknown force. If he hadn't been so drowsy, his eyes might have widened. "The only way out of this place is the truth." The man continued. "Accept the gospel," the screen went out, dissolved into fuzz, "and all the doors will open for you." At long last, Anton's vision failed him and he lost consciousness.
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