Green Valor

Panic room

Jack found himself trapped in the cold and isolated confines of an asylum, completely unaware of its sinister nature.
The institution, unbeknownst to him, conducted horrifying experiments on its vulnerable patients.
Jack, desperately clinging to his sanity, attempted to convince the staff that he was a normal individual, unaware of the darkness that surrounded him.
As he grappled with his own memories, Jack tried to piece together the traumatic events that had transpired.
The realization slowly dawned upon him that Wormsly, the man he had once trusted, had always harbored evil intentions. The weight of this revelation added to his growing sense of unease.
Amidst the eerie silence of the asylum, Jack's thoughts were abruptly shattered by the blood-curdling screams and disturbing sounds emanating from the cells of the other patients.
The horror and suffering that echoed through the halls served as a constant reminder of the twisted experiments being carried out within these walls.
In this unsettling environment, a doctor entered the room, her expression a mix of clinical detachment and curiosity.
She requested that Jack share with her what had happened, seeking to understand the truth behind his shattered psyche.
Jack, filled with a mix of fear and urgency, felt compelled to recount his harrowing experiences to someone who might finally believe him.
"He's a traitor, all of them are" Jack growled in his own words. feeling the weight of his experiences pressing down on him. But he knew he had to speak, to make someone understand the truth. "Dr. Wormsly," he began cautiously. "He's not what he seems. He's... evil. I thought I convinced him-."
Dr. Miller's expression remained neutral, but her eyes gleamed with interest. "Dr. Wormsly? Yes, I know who he is. Before he came to work here, or isolated himself, we were lab partners. We worked on the perfect army project together."
Jack's heart pounded as he listened closely. "You were in this too?" he echoed.
"Yes," Dr. Miller continued. "After years of research and countless experiments creating humanoids, Dr. Wormsly stumbled upon a groundbreaking discovery. It changed everything. That's when he started going rogue."
Jack clenched his fists, anger and fear intertwining. "He's responsible for kidnapping my father," he said, his voice trembling. "He used him for those experiments. He wanted to create soldiers, perfect beings, but he didn't care about the lives he destroyed."
Dr. Miller's eyes softened slightly, though her demeanor remained professional. "I'm sorry to hear that, Jack. But I need you to tell me more. What exactly did he do to you and the others?"
Jack took a deep breath, the memories flooding back. "He dropped me on purpose thinking he can kill me just so I wouldn't be near his experiments for when we escaped the ghouls."
Dr. Miller nodded slowly, taking notes. "And how did you end up here, Jack?"
"Those guards framed me," Jack said bitterly. "Made it look like I was the one who lost my mind, who hurt those people. No one believed me. They thought I was crazy, so they locked me up here."
Jack felt indifferent towards Dr.Wormsly His words carried a mixture of pain, anger, and disbelief as he struggled to articulate the depths of Wormsly's twisted actions and the nightmare they had all been subjected to.
As the conversation unfolded, Jack's desperation to be heard and understood intensified. He hoped that by sharing his story, he could expose the true nature of Wormsly's evil and find a way to rescue the people from their terrifying fate. Little did he know that the asylum itself held its own dark secrets, intertwining their lives in ways he could not yet fathom.
with the doctor listening intently, her demeanor shifting from detached skepticism to a glimmer of empathy. Jack's words hung in the air.
As the doctor and Jack engaged in their conversation, their focus was abruptly shattered by a harsh, bone-chilling scream that pierced through the air.
"What was that?" Dr. Miller gasped, her eyes widening in fear.
Before Jack could respond, the sound of crashing and destruction filled the asylum, sending tremors of fear through their bodies. The patient that had been kept in containment had somehow managed to break free from its confines.
"We have to get out of here," Jack said urgently, his voice tight with panic.
Panic ensued as blaring sirens wailed, warning everyone of the imminent danger. The doctors, overcome with fear, abandoned their professional demeanor and fled for their own safety, leaving the patients behind, including Jack. In the chaos that unfolded, it became painfully clear that survival was now Jack's sole responsibility since Dr. Miller had left the door open to flee.
With adrenaline coursing through his veins, Jack's mind raced to find a way out of this nightmare. The asylum, once his prison, now became a treacherous labyrinth. The halls were filled with the sounds of chaos and the distant echoes of the creature's rampage, adding to the sense of urgency and dread.
Jack's began to navigate through the darkly lit corridors, his heart pounding with every step. He could hear the monster's growls and the terrified screams of other patients echoing through the asylum.
"I need to find a way out," he muttered to himself, glancing around for any sign of an exit. He spotted a staircase at the end of the hallway and sprinted towards it, taking the steps two at a time.
As he reached the ground floor, Jack heard a familiar voice. "Jack! Over here!" It was Dr. Miller, hiding behind a desk in the reception area.
"You left me!" Jack shouted, his anger flaring.
"I'm sorry," she pleaded, her voice trembling. "I panicked. But we have to stick together now if we want to survive."
Jack hesitated, but he knew she was right. "Fine. But we need to move quickly."
Together, they navigated the chaotic asylum, dodging debris and avoiding the monstrous creature that was wreaking havoc. They reached a door marked "Emergency Exit," but it was locked
Jack's eyes narrowed as they reached the locked emergency exit. His pulse pounded in his ears, and he turned to Dr. Miller, his voice low and threatening. "Give me my guns back," he demanded, his tone brooking no argument.
Dr. Miller's eyes widened in fear. "Jack, I can't—"
"Now!" Jack barked, stepping closer, his gaze icy. "I'm done playing games. I know you kept them when they brought me in here. You give them back, or I swear I'll make you regret it."
Dr. Miller trembled, realizing the gravity of the situation. "Okay, okay! I'll take you to them. Just... don't do anything rash."
Jack grabbed her by the arm and pushed her forward. "Move. And don't try anything stupid."
Dr. Miller quickly led Jack through a series of winding hallways until they reached a room marked "Confiscated Items." She hurriedly unlocked the door, her hands shaking.
"There," she said, pointing to a locked cabinet. "Your guns are in there."
Jack pushed her aside, rifling through the cabinet until he found his firearms—a pair of handguns he hadn't seen since the day they locked him up. He loaded them with practiced precision, feeling a surge of confidence return.
Suddenly, the door to the room burst open with a deafening crash. A seven foot humanoid ghoul with a gaping mouth and long arms,its grotesque form twisted and gnarled, lunged into the room with inhuman speed. Its clawed hand grabbed Dr. Miller, lifting her off the ground as she screamed in terror.
"Help me, Jack!" she shrieked, her voice filled with desperation.
Jack hesitated for a fraction of a second, then raised his guns and fired several shots into the creature. The bullets tore into its flesh, causing it to howl in pain, but it didn't release Dr. Miller.
As the ghoul thrashed, its grip tightening on Dr. Miller, Jack took a step back. His eyes hardened, and he made his decision.
"You and Dr.Wormsly will pay for your crimes," Jack spat, his voice cold and unyielding. Without another word, he turned and sprinted out of the room, abandoning Dr. Miller to her fate.
As he fled through the darkened hallways, the sound of Dr. Miller's screams echoed behind him, mixing with the chaos that filled the asylum. Jack didn't lookAs he traversed the asylum's maze-like layout, Jack encountered the remnants of the monster's rampage, witnessing the destruction and carnage it had left in its wake.
Each encounter with the aftermath of its wrath intensified his determination to find a way out and, in doing so, save not only himself but also any fellow patients who may still be trapped within these walls.
As he evaded the monster's clutches and forged ahead, Jack's mind became consumed with a singular focus: escape.
As Jack hurriedly made his way through the corridor of cells, the violent patients within reached out desperately, their arms stretching out like ghastly specters, grasping and clawing at him.
With each passing moment, the tension escalated as Jack quickened his pace, skillfully dodging their desperate attempts to capture him.
The flickering lights added an eerie ambiance to the already harrowing scene. As if on cue, the lights abruptly shut off, plunging Jack into an oppressive darkness and only the sirens gave him light.
He could feel the weight of the monster's presence lurking just beyond his sight, its heavy breathing and low growls echoing through the stillness.
Undeterred by the darkness, Jack continued to move forward, his heart pounding in his chest.
He knew that escape was within reach, and his determination pushed him to press on. Finally, he arrived at the warden's office, his potential sanctuary from the horrors that surrounded him.
But to his dismay, the office door was tightly shut, denying him immediate access. Realizing that time was running out, Jack made a desperate decision. He raised his weapon and fired at the door's window, shattering the glass.
With a swift motion, he reached through the broken window, fumbling for the latch on the other side. Finally, the door swung open, and Jack stepped inside, his heart still racing.
In the dimly lit office, Jack's eyes fell upon a set of keys resting on the desk. Hope surged within him as he realized that these keys might hold the answer to his escape.
He grabbed the keys and carefully examined them, hoping to find the one that would unlock the path to freedom.
With the keys in hand, Jack's next priority was illumination. He spotted a flashlight on a nearby shelf and quickly snatched it up.
The beam of light pierced through the darkness, revealing the details of the room and providing Jack with a sense of security.
However, as he shone the flashlight around, a chilling noise reverberated through the room.
Jack's instinctively tilted his head upward, shining the light toward the ceiling. There, illuminated in the beam, was the monster, poised to pounce on him with a primal ferocity.
Fear gripped Jack as he dropped the keys and realized the imminent danger he was in. Time seemed to slow down as adrenaline surged through his veins.
He knew he had to act swiftly and decisively if he wanted to survive. With a surge of courage, he gathered his strength and prepared to face the monster head-on, determined to outsmart and outmaneuver it in this deadly game of survival.
As Jack rounded the corner, his heart pounding in his chest, he aimed his gun at the monster, his only source of light being the flashes of his bullets firing.
With a surge of adrenaline, he pulled the trigger, the sound of the gunshot echoing through the desolate corridor. The monster recoiled momentarily, giving Jack a brief respite.
Using the momentary distraction to his advantage, Jack quickly surveyed his surroundings. His eyes caught sight of a window, a glimmer of hope shining through the darkness.
Without hesitation, he made a split-second decision. With all his strength and determination, he lunged towards the window, hoping it would lead him to safety.
However, as he crashed through the window, his heart sank. Instead of finding himself in freedom's embrace, he found himself plummeting into a steep ditch.
The adrenaline rush turned into a chilling realization as he descended into the unknown depths below and went tumbling down below.
As Jack tumbled off the steep ditch, his desperate escape took a horrifying turn. His body crashed into a tangled web of barbed wires, their sharp points piercing through his flesh.
The pain was excruciating, and Jack's instinct to survive was in peril, fueling his struggle to break free.
With each movement, the barbed wires tightened their grip, causing Jack's panic to escalate. The realization that his life was hanging by a thread intensified his fight for survival.
But then, amidst the chaos and agony, his eyes caught sight of a delicate butterfly fluttering nearby.
In that fleeting moment, the image of the butterfly triggered a flood of memories. It reminded him of Saskia, his loved one,the realisation hit him that if Dr.Wormsly would target his next victim it would be her.
The thought of Saskia's peril ignited a fire within Jack, pushing him beyond his limits.
Driven by fury and rage, Jack gritted his teeth and disregarded the pain. Ignoring the cuts and wounds inflicted by the barbed wires, he summoned every ounce of strength he had left.
With a fierce resolve, he grabbed hold of the wires, using them as leverage to pull himself out of the entanglement.
The struggle was arduous, and the pain unbearable, but Jack's love for Saskia and his sheer willpower propelled him forward.
Through sheer determination, he managed to wriggle free from the clutches of the barbed wires, leaving behind shreds of torn clothing and trails of blood in the snow.
As Jack finally emerged from the entangled mess, his body battered and bruised, he knew that his battle was far from over.
With Saskia's safety hanging in the balance, he steeled himself for the challenges that lay ahead, ready to confront Wormsly and reclaim their freedom.
As Jack collected himself and regained his composure, his eyes widened in horror as he saw the ghoul breach its containment and emerge into the open.
The sight of the creature sent a shiver down his spine, but Jack knew he couldn't keep running. He had to confront this monster head-on and put an end to its reign of terror.
With determination burning in his eyes, Jack reached for his gun and began firing at the approaching monster.
He skillfully dodged its vicious attacks, maneuvering through the open field with agility and courage. The battle between Jack and beast raged on, each blow exchanged with intense ferocity.
In a moment of triumph, Jack managed to land a powerful shot on the monster, causing it to stagger and roar in pain.
However, the ghoul swung its powerful long claws and threw Jack meters across the snow, defenceless against the relentless creature. Fatigue started to consume Jack's body, and his wounds throbbed with every movement.
As the monster regained its strength, Jack's heart pounded in his chest. He knew he had to come up with a plan quickly, or else he would succumb to the relentless onslaught.
With a desperate glance around the field, his eyes fell upon a sizable rock lying nearby.
In a last-ditch effort, fueled by adrenaline, he looked at the creature with exhausted eyes and lunged for the rock, his muscles straining against the pain.
With all his might, he flung the rock towards the monster, aiming for its head. The rock connected with a resounding thud, and the monster's movements ceased instantly.
As Jack stood there, panting heavily, he watched as the once fearsome monster lay lifeless on the ground. Exhausted but victorious, he had triumphed over the creature that had haunted his every step.
With a mix of relief and satisfaction, Jack knew that this battle marked a turning point in his quest to save Saskia.
As the deafening sound of the helicopter blades cut through the air, Jack looked up in surprise.
The arrival of the Snow hare asylum guards was unexpected, but he was relieved to see  faces in this chaotic situation.
They had witnessed his heroic feat of defeating the monster, a sight that had not gone unnoticed.