PsyCHOtic AwaKE

Square One

The now group of four passed a small pile of boxes where some rodents were living. Anon took a syringe from his pocket and injected the fluid through the cloth that was still around his neck and into his bloodstream. The other three saw him and did the same. As they walked further into the complexity of the asylum the environment became more familiar to all of them, Anon pushed open a heavy metal door and walked into the corridor. Straight ahead was a blocked pathway to somewhere else, whilst to the left of them was the cafeteria they had previously raided a while ago. Christine jumped up and down in excitement as if this area was useful. Alice passed all of them and walked into the cafeteria, she then burst out as if running from something.

"One of those.. Zed patients.. are in there" She said, her back against the wall, her voice lowered to a whisper.

"Zed patients?" Asked Sam, intrigued.

"When all of the fairly-stable patients were moved to the new area of the asylum, the not-so-stable patients were left behind. These 'people' were labelled W, X,Y, Z and Zero type patients. W being the most not so stable and Z being proper insane." Said Anon, peering into the cafeteria.

"And what's Zero type?" Asked Sam, unsatisfied with the answer given.

"Referring to a Zero patient would label them smart but also crazy. Not out of control but very 'in control'" Said Anon, "I am a Zero type"

"And Z means completely out of control?" Asked Sam, testing herself on how well she was listening.

Christine nodded. "We should probably kill him" Said Christine, a smirk appearing on her face, "And I'm pretty sure it's my turn" Christine reached into the empty eye socket she owned and pulled out a chunky blood-stained zippo lighter.The lighter looked as if it had been modified by hand. She flicked it open and twirled it in between her fingers, she lit the lighter. The flame reached around forty-five centimetres in the air, confirming the modification. Christine flipped the lid back on and walked into the middle of the cafeteria.

Sat at the bottom right of the cafeteria was a short, fat man. His skin was rotting and bulbous, as if he took a bath in acid. The mans yellow teeth were pointed and looked as if they were self-sharpened. He was bald and wore only a hospital gown which was covered in blood. He held a short bloody limb in his hand, looking closer at it you could see that it was the lower area of a left leg. Anon's amputated leg. The man quietly sat, gnawing away at the leg.

Christine ran towards the patient and jumped over him using the bench as a boost, she poured the zippo lighter fluid over his head and stepped back to watch him get up. He growled like a dog and charged at Christine. Christine dodged out of harms way, she flicked her wrist around and sparked the flint and steel at him as he ran past, setting him on fire. The subject screamed in pain as his weak flesh started to burn. Christine ran out of the room.

"Done" She said, opening the metal door to the corridor of cells she used to live in.

Christine stepped inside the corridor and stumbled across to the larger area where Anon was previously held prisoner. The others followed her and stumbled into the large hall. Their were about four or five usable beds in the room, the others were battered and broken, but it was enough for all of them. They wheeled the beds to the centre of the room and clambered on top of it. The room was pitch black and the people fell silent.