*this is just in the man's point of view*
I slowly gained consciousness again, which is odd I thought I was dieing. I awoke in a dark room on a old surgery table a cart next to me with various surgery tools some covered in dust. I tried to move my hands but they both are bound. I just lay here motionless waiting to see if who did this came back. After what seemed like hours I finally heard foot steps. And the sound of a steel lock click and the sound of really old hinges creak as a door opened. The foot steps got closer and closer until I saw someone. He was an older man maybe in his late 40's early 50's? With greying hair and matching beard.
He spoke like he was talking to someone else... Like he was crazy.
"Hey there. Let's open you up?" He said it like he was asking. I tried to speak but my mouth was covered. "No complaints? That's what I thought." He picked up a scalpel and walked over to me examined my shirt and frowned. "This won't cut through that. I'll be right back, don't you go anywhere or Mr cain will be angry" he walks out of the room laughing like a mad man. Once he leaves the room I look at his tools, well I should say tool all he has is the scalpel. A few seconds later I hear the sound of the latch moving again and the door opening. The mad man takes a step inside and then I hear a loud thump and then another thump but it sounded like a body hitting concrete. I lay motionless but then someone appears in my sight and walks over to me and looks at me. "I'm breaking you out" said the man, he looked about 30 with dark jet black hair and a trimmed beard, like he has had time to take care of it. "Don't say a word, I know where your equipment is" he unties my hands while saying it. As I get off the table I notice he is about the same height as me and is just a muscular. "Come on this way" we both walk out the door right over the man's unconscious body. We walk down the corridor a bit and come across a door he opens it and motions me inside, I didn't have anything else to do so I walked in prepared for him to jump me, but he just closes the door and walks to a wall and opens a closet. Inside is my stuff my pistol, my rifle, ammo, my knifes and my bag. I check it all and put my weapons on one by one checking them back pack still has everything, checked my rifle still loaded, and I flipped open my revolver, all six bullets glistened inside, I flip it close and holster it. Mean while the stranger looks Impatient but once I'm done he whispers "alright let's go, we are gonna turn left out side the door and from there we will make another left and then it's a straight shot." We walk back to the door and leave. As we walk I reach in my bag and pull out my scarf, its a old black military scarf I put it on and cover my face up to my nose. We make the left turn and hear a scream "where the fuck did you go! You were going to be my master piece!" I look at the other man "he is literally insane" he explains "come on" we start walking faster. We are about 10 feet from the door when the insane mam turns the corner "there you are!" He starts running, even when he is running he looks insane. "Shit, run!" We both start sprinting for the door. The door is completely glass and out side you can see the storm. " sandstorm!" I yell. "That's the point" he replies. "How the hell is that supposed to help!?" I yell furiously. "Make it harder for him to see us!" He pushes the door open and the sand starts filling the corridor. I pull my hood over my head and keep running, the sand is pelting my face like hail, and stinging like a bee. I lose sight of the man when all of the sudden I get pulled to the left, I reach for my knife but see that it's the man "come on this way! I know where we will be safe" he both run for about 4 more minutes untill we reach a door and he rips it open and pushes me inside and closes the door behind us, he slides a bolt and locks the door its pitch black in this room but he stricks a match
