** 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 stared at the disturbing scene of the insane lunatic in his room; how he sat cowering in his circle of sketch paper, staring into the void in horror, repeating this one sentence over and over again: "He shouldn't have let them in!"
"Let whom in?" Kaylee asked in a calm voice.
Mr. Hadley didn't seem to be listening to her at all. He continued to mumble to himself. Kaylee realised he was clutching something and pressing it to his chest.
Two sheets of paper had been rolled up tightly, and the tubes had been tied together to form something like a cross. The sight made Kaylee shudder even more. What the hell was going on here that even the mentally disturbed were seeking salvation in faith?
"Who let whom in somewhere? Did you see anything?" Kaylee repeated her question slowly and clearly, trying hard to suppress her fear and get the madman's attention.
Suddenly, Mr. Hadley turned his head in Kaylee's direction. With a jerk, he put his index finger with its conspicuously dirty and brittle fingernails to his lips and let out a hissed 'Shhhh!' Then he glanced fearfully at the door.
His eyes were wide open and deep, dark circles lay beneath them as if he hadn't slept for a long time. "Can't you hear it?" he murmured mysteriously and quietly, letting out a whimper as his fingers clenched tighter around the improvised cross.
"What do you mean, Mr. Hadley? What are you hearing? The screams?" Kaylee asked, listening intently to the loud, dissonant uproar of voices and noises.
There was rumbling thunder, rain pattering hard against the windows, eerie howling of the wind, menacing hissing of the gas lights, whose flames had gone out and plunged the sanatorium into dim darkness, and the panicked and manic screams of the other patients, their desperate howling and banging on walls and doors.
But none of the sounds stood out.
Then Kaylee noticed that something was missing amidst all the noise, which made her worry all the more: Nowhere were the voices of the attendants and the nurses to be heard, keeping order and stopping the madness that prevailed here.
But what did the mad Mr. Hadley mean?
What was she overhearing?
The confused Mr Hadley slowly turned his back on Kaylee, and she realised the poor lunatic was unlikely to get her anywhere. There was a soft click as she pulled back the trigger of the revolver, took a deep breath and stepped back up to the door. Her heart was pounding in her throat as Kaylee leaned forward carefully to peer into the hallway.
'Let's find out what's going on here, then.'
Carefully, the Seeker took one step in front of the other. Occasional flashes of lightning lit up the corridor, painting grotesque shadows on the walls.
Kaylee kept close to the wall. It was reassuring to know that she couldn't be attacked from behind for some reason. She kept glancing over her shoulder to ensure nothing could surprise her unexpectedly from that direction. Secretly, however, she was also desperately hoping that the doctor had ignored her instructions and followed her.
