Sorry this was soo late guys! I had a rough year and applying to colleges hasn't been easy. I haven't abandoned this story though. In fact I have lot of more chapters to upload soon!

Anyways on with chapter 3!

What…..what had I…

I…

My body shuddered back to life and I gasped as my eyes snapped open.

Everything was blurry.

What the hell just happened?

I shook my head and realized that I was on the floor behind a small counter island in the middle of the lobby. Had I passed out?

Wait, I had seen someone. No, two people. One of them I knew but the other one was…

I paused for a moment in confusion and looked down at myself.

Why was I in another pool of blood?

My breathing started to get harder as visions that could not be mine started to flood my thoughts. What the hell was this?!

The guy in the suit and the patient. I.. I somehow knew the patient. What was his name?

He had a camera and he looked hurt..

Then….Then…

Oh god..

What had I done! I…I… I couldn't have done THAT!

That wasn't me! That wasn't me! I leaned forward and held my head in shock. What the fuck was going on!? I was conscious when that happened!

I pulled my hands away from my head and stared at them in fear. They were covered in blood and shaking. Those were my hands covered in someone else's blood!

Oh god.. I did.

NO… no that wasn't me. It was the walrider! I couldn't control it! Yeah that was it!

Another vision flashed through my mind. The patient. His name.

Mr. Park. My contact. I had done that for him. The Murkoff guy had stabbed him and would have killed him if I hadn't…

A loud noise snapped me from my thoughts. That sounded like a gun. Had the other Murkoff personnel managed to contact more soldiers? This place seemed pretty lost to me so what was the point. They were probably going to kill off the other employees so that they wouldn't tell anyone about what happened here.

Like they tried to do with me…

I needed to leave. If the walrider was inside of me, I was on the top of their hit list. I didn't feel like getting another round shoved into my torso.

I pushed myself off of the sticky carpet, groaning as my body worked. God I was sore!

Putting a hand on the counter, I turned and looked at the open doorway. This would have been more pleasant if there wasn't so much blood all over the place.

My legs shook as I moved towards my freedom. This was it. I was finally leaving this shit hole after what? An entire day?

I ignored the shredded torso of the Murkoff guy as I picked up my pace, remembering Mr. Park. I needed to find him. If he worked here, he might have done something with the walrider. He might be able to help me get rid of it.

At least I hoped he could.

I slapped a hand on the huge wooden doorframe as my vision blurred. I was still a little messed up after everything that happened. Even with the walrider my body still needed a break.

Another gun shot rang out from the halls behind me. That was close. I needed to haul ass.

I pushed off the door and quickly made my way down the steps of the asylum. The sunlight blinded me in its brilliance and I held a hand up to shield my eyes. For the first time in hours I breathed clean air. My lungs actually hurt from the change. The only problem is that it allowed my stink to become noticed.

Holy shit I needed a bath. It smelt like the entire asylum was coming with me!

I shuffled my feet forward as the cold air ruffled my torn jacket. My jeep sat happily in place that I had left it. I almost felt like it was saying "hey miles! Let's go home now and fuck up Murkoff!" I quickened my pace to fulfill my wish.

The lights turned on.

I stopped in confusion. What the hell? Did I accidentally turn them on? I shoved my hand in my coat pocket and froze.

My keys were not inside.

The jeep's engine roared to life as I stared dumb founded as it started to turn away.

Oh hell no. no one and I mean NO ONE touches that jeep. I needed it to get home! To get away.

I started running towards it as the jeep smashed through the gate, kicking up dust. My speed picked up to the point where I felt like I was flying like what had happened earlier. I didn't care though. All I cared about was getting to my jeep and beating the shit out of whoever was in it!

The driver must have noticed me because the jeep slid on the mud in its haste to get away. It was almost comical if it wasn't my jeep that was doing that.

I quickly closed the distance and grabbed the side of my jeep and reached for the passenger side door. We were bumping too much for me to get a firm grip on the damn thing.

Suddenly the jeep swerved to the right, driving on the edge of the forest.

Lots of plants said hello to me as they slapped me in the face and body, leaving behind marks that stung and probably some thorns. Forgetting about my mission, I tightened my grip on the jeep and huddled closer to the side. "Ow! Fucking! Plants! Gah." I lunged for the passenger door, grabbed the handle and flung it open.

The jeep swerved to the left as I looked inside my car.

Mr. Park's terrified eyes stared back it me.

Before he could act, I hauled the rest of my body inside the car and shut the door. I paused for a moment as I sat in the passenger's seat, then looked at Mr. Park.

"What the fuck man!"

He just stared at me. STARED. Like really! What the hell was wrong with this guy? I mean I know he must have seen some shit but come-on!

He turned his head back to the road and muttered to himself. "It's just in my head! First the hospital, get medicine and it will go away!"

Ok maybe he had seen a little too much shit.

"I'm not going to go away. First off you stole my damn car. Secondly you drove my car into some trees. Thirdly you hit me with said trees!"

He snapped his head towards me in horror and slammed on the brakes. Me not having my seat belt on smashed into the dash board.

"AHH!"

This was a great way to start off the day.

Peeling myself off of the dash board, I sat back and made eye contact with Mr. Park.

He stared at me for a moment, then his eyes rolled shut and he leaned forward into the steering wheel.

The horn went off.

"Oh shit." I quickly pulled Him off of the wheel and opened the passenger side door. Someone had to of heard that.

I stepped out and pulled Mr. Park into the passenger's seat, buckled him up and shut the door. The muddy ground stuck to my feet as I jogged around my jeep and hopped in the driver's seat. I quickly put the car in drive and slammed on the gas.

The jeep struggled for a moment, then managed to pick up speed as the mud thickened. I looked in the rear view mirror and watched as mount massive got farther and farther away, and then vanished all together.