** A young woman sees a walking dead in the open streets of Whitby. A train full of corpses crashes into Kings Cross. In an Asylum, a gruesome nightmare becomes horrible reality.
All this should have been a warning to Kyle and his partner Benjamin...
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Kaylee took a deep breath. What she was about to say would be like setting off a torch in the middle of a powder magazine. She knew only too well what buttons to push with women to upset them because, for years, she had been the target of such hostility herself: the arrogant undertone, the disparaging looks, the demeaning salutations, the patronizing comments.
Kaylee knew them all.
"This is typical behaviour from young, inexperienced women! When they feel unimportant and insignificant, they make up hair-raising stories and claim to see things that aren't true. They would try anything to disguise their insignificant nature."
If this young thing had any brains and a shred of self-respect, she wouldn't take this disgrace lying down.
"Lie to the reporters all you want. Maybe a few idiotic fools will even believe your fairy tales, or you might find a small space in a trashy newspaper. But in the end, this doesn't change the facts. You haven't seen anything; you're just wasting our time. The time of important men who have better things to do than deal with liars like you." Kaylee's voice grew louder with every word.
"Crowford!" Dr. Archer suddenly blurted out. While he quickly bridged the distance between them and grabbed Kaylee's arm to pull her aside, she was still busy hurling accusations and slander at Miss Clarence.
Kaylee snorted and lifted her chin, as she had seen the snide gentlemen in her men's clubs do a hundred times, all thinking they were better than her.
"It's true, doctor! Just look at that girl! She's nothing but a stupid, naïve, attention-seeking child!"
At that moment, Millicent Clarence's temper flared.
"How dare you speak to me like that, you slick London snob! You don't know what's going on inside me! I know very well what I've seen! After all, I've been seeing these damn things since I was three years old! I know the man was dead! And I don't give a damn about your opinion or anyone else's anyway!"
Just then, Millicent realized what had happened. She stared wide-eyed at the two misters in her hospital room.
One looked shocked; the other grinned smugly.
It only took a few seconds before the young woman cupped her hands over her mouth to prevent her excited tongue from revealing any more secrets.
Silence took over the small, white room.
Dr. Archer stared at Miss Clarence in disbelief. Only now did he understand what Kaylee had just done.
"Well, now that you've got rid of this charade, let's talk about the truth. So, what did you see that day, Miss Clarence?" she asked. There was a confident, deliberate calm in her voice. All mockery and derision were wiped away.
"Just forget it. Please!" Miss Clarence stammered, and her anger seemed to have evaporated entirely. Instead, her mood shifted and coloured each of her words in a different tone: swelling panic as she realised what she had just said. And her fear was quite understandable: if the two men were mad doctors and if they were to summarise her statement as a mental illness in a report or even an expert opinion, she would have to stay here. Not just for a few days but forever.
