Nothing Else Matters

Chapter three

(Miles' pov)
THE JOURNALIST

I fucked up, pretty bad. Let me explain. The things that happened to me till now? Unimaginable. And I've been here only for 3 hours. Plus I've been out for like an hour or so, because of this priest man who looks like an alcoholic uncle using everything including heroin.

However they call him Father Martin. He is the worst possible guide in the world. Keeps shouting at me stuff like "You can get here through the third floor!" Or "Almost there!", like if he couldn't open the fucking door in front of me. I swear to god the 'Walrider' or whatever had to clap his cheeks for this bullshit.

as If I expected something else from this place. It is my fault that I showed up in here 10 hours after I received an unmarked, unknown email from whoever would want to take me down for the Afghanistan controversy page I wrote. I should stop being so stupid, naive and wanna-be-famous, I say this to myself every single day, believe me.

And I lost 2 fingers. My beloved fingers! I can't think about this right now I know, but every time to time when I have to hide or take a deep breath, the pain hits me and I realize that I'm missing my fingers. However at least I have still got the middle ones.

I'm Miles Upshur, and I'm going to win the dumbest ways to die. Haha.
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Literally 20 minutes earlier:

Huh? What is this place? I thought I couldn't get any deeper into the sewers but here we are... It's so dark and the water is almost on my chest. I sighed. Here we go. I thought and stepped into the cold water, pulling out my camcorder and pushing it into my face with night vision so I could at least see something, but this place was so wide and dark that I still somehow couldn't see shit. I saw some columns.
When I walked, I felt canals under me. Whenever I would walk on the canal, it would make my steps louder. I didn't think there would be any danger, but then I felt my heartbeat fasten and I heard chains. Then Sighs. Then steps... very heavy steps.

Oh, not him again, can't I get rid of him for even 10 minutes?! I'm beginning to think that he wants to marry me or something. Should I be flattered about it instead?

Chris Walker, I feel like he is stalking me. What does he want? To kill me? Why? Does he see danger in me?

He can't even talk. All he can say is—

"Little pig!"

"Fucking hell!" I yelped as he appeared right behind me and when he tried to catch me I quickly moved to the side and started running. I didn't know where I was running, like most of the time. I didn't know if there even was a way out somewhere, like most of the time. For me the adrenaline rush was what kept me going. But right now, right at this moment, I thought I was fucked. I was only running in circles, since there seemed to be no ladder, no vent, no door, nothing.

What do I do? I can't keep running from him, eventually I will either trip, because this is the darkest place I've been in so far, or I will run out of breath. So, What now? Very stupid of you to even get in the sewers, Miles.

It was stupid to appear in this place so quickly in general. I never imagined there would be anyone alive... So many crazy people trying to kill you. I wish I could take a bubble bath at home right now and make myself a coffee with spicy noodles or something.

Oh god, Miles snap out of this, concentrate on your way. Realize that you are still running and there is this fat piece of dog meat behind you probably wanting a happy meal.

I quickly looked behind me then back, I saw my battery was almost dead again. He wasn't that close behind me but he still saw me. Sometime I wonder how do these patients see you in pitch dark? Maybe he heard me. That sounds about right.

If I lose him and speed up, it would be useless, because there is no way out, no objective for me. I have to think. There is always a way out.
Then I realized, when I snapped out of my brain talking, that I was still running on the canals. That is my way out. I know, I know, it is crazy.. I might drown, it might lead me nowhere, but no risk no story right? I wouldn't want to die in this fat bastards hands. Rather drown than that.

I'm Miles Upshur, and I'm going to win the dumbest ways to die. I mean, If there even is any competition like that! haha.

I sped up, and looked behind, when I couldn't see Chris anymore I quickly took the lid off and took a deep breath. Alright Miles. You can do this, you can do it. Please. Be brave— But what if it's going nowhere and I will drown? What if?

Okay well what are the other options??

Eeny meeny miny moe—

"Little pig!"

Fuck, okay, I'm doing it!

I took the biggest deep breath and sank into the dirty, bloody and moldy water full of organs and piss. That is how desperate we are at Mount Massive, to get out. I was scared my camera would break. It should be waterproof though. I didn't see shit, It hurt me to open my eyes in this disgusting water, I only swam to where this took me. I wasn't thinking. I couldn't think. This was the craziest thing I've ever done, am I going to die? Am I going to run out of breath? Is Chris going to pull me back up? What is going on?

This canal has such a weird turns.. from what I can feel, it goes up and down, right and left and I feel like i'm running out of my breath. But when I started panicking, I hit a lid above my head. I felt that It was another canal and it was above me, so I thought that it might be my way out, my way to take a deep breath, and my way out of the asylum. I prayed that when I would push through this lid It would be somewhere in town, somewhere, where I could get a hot chocolate with marshmallows. I only thought this because it felt like eternity going through this canal or sewer or whatever.

And so I started banging into the lid, with everything I had, all my strength. My lungs felt like they were going to explode every second more and more, the more strength I used to bang the lid open, the lowest I was on air. I needed support. I needed someone to support me, surround me, tell me that I was actually going to get out of here alive and this stuff that I'm doing is not useless. But I had no one. I couldn't lean onto anyone, I had no girlfriend, no family, no-one. Which indeed might be sad, but not at this moment. And I'm sassy I don't need anyone anyway.

This only ran through my mind for a second and I hit the lid even harder, I could feel my face was growing a frown, and my lungs felt bigger and bigger.

Damn, god, I promise I will stop smoking if I survive this.

And then, right before I ran out of all the air I had, It finally opened the lid flew away, and I grabbed the ground, dug the rest of my fingers into it and gasped for air at least ten times in a row. I heard screaming in front of me, but I was too concentrated on grabbing air into my painful lungs at the moment than to look at whoever—probably a variant— was screaming. I had to be looking like shit. I felt my hair in my face, and I spat the water I managed to allow into my mouth during this journey. When I calmed down and my breathing was steady I felt like laughing. Or crying. Or both.

"This was fucking brutal." I laughed out loud, scratching out of the water to the dry ground.