I was driving to the asylum, wishing I never got a job at the Westwood Crime Center. I got to the front gate, where there was supposed to be a security guard to open the gate. I looked in the box where he was supposed to be in, and there was nothing but a dead body and a big pool of blood, right where he was. My heart raced, and I almost threw up my dinner. I grabbed my night-vision camera, and looked over, only to find a hole in the gate that was big enough for me to crawl through. I crawled through it. I walked around, trying to find an entrance, when I found a big ladder, leading up to an open window. It looked as if it was going to collapse into a million pieces, I started to climb it, when one of the steps broke, making me loose my balance. I finally caught back on. I got to the top, and threw myself through the open window. It was dark, scary, and I immediately turned on my night-vision camera. There was a lot of knocked over chairs, desks, and even a flatscreen-television that had fallen off the wall. I found a door and opened it. There was a hallway with some handprints on the wall. Handprints of blood, that is. There was a room right next to where I was with the door open. I peeked inside, and there was a file that said "Confidential" on the outside. Well, nobody was around, so I looked on the inside. The paper looked like another one of those papers that record your health. I looked at it even closer, and there was something about a "Chris Walker", one of the mental patients here. They call him "Billy". There was a surgeon who gave him some sort of surgery that accidentaly mutated him. And now he has no eye color or pupils, his nose is sort of like a pig's, and his psychiatric problems are even worse now. "What the hell was this surgeon trying to do to him?" I asked myself. I looked at the very bottom of the paper, and in big, bold letters it spelled, "Murkoff Psychiatric Systems Project Walrider". "What is this "Project Walrider" thing?" I thought. I walked out into the hallway, and right next to that room was a room with two soda vending machines. There was a table with blood leading up to an open air went next to he soda vending machines, so I jumped in it, out of curiosity. I got to the end, where there was light. I jumped out, and continues onwards. I opened a door close by me, and to my surprise, there was a dead body hanging from the ceiling. I almost screamed, but I just walked around it, with my adrenaline pumping through my veins, fastly out of fear. I was in a room with a few dead bodies hanging from the ceiling, and a bunch of bookshelves with books that have fallen out, and that have fallen to their side. I kept walking until I found some guy impaled through a pole, going through his upper neck, and out through his thigh. I nearly fainted. I jumped when he budged a little then said,"They killed us. They got out. The Variants. You can't fight them. You have to hide...Can unlock the main doors from Security Control. You have to get the hell out of here!" Then he died. I cried a little. I walked out, and walked down a hallway, where below me, there were the main doors that impaled man was talking about. I continued onwards. There was a bunch of stuff in a pile that wenbt up to the ceiling, so I started to squeeze through it. I was just starting to get through the stuff when a felt a big, bloody hand grab my neck. "Little pig!" he said. He through me on the ground, then he picked me up by the neck again. He threw me through a window, and into the lobby I fell. It was about a 30 foot fall, scaring me to death.
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