Epilogue

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The asylum was covered in caution tape and the bodies in white blankets laid across the blood stained ground. The scene was smudged with cops who were gathering all the information they could carry, every last drop.

They frantically searched, eyes filled with grief from the event that had taken place a little over an hour ago.

They've been there for a while after the man had shot himself through the head, finding himself cornered, but he had taken down a good 8 cops before he was eliminated.

The amount of casualties were unknown, though there were at least 31 injured people found.

The asylum was to be shut down and the patients relocated in a more safe environment, everyone was beginning to realize asylums were not a place that was safe even to begin with.

People discovered the patients were treated horribly, and now spread out across the country they would be staying with hospitals in the psychiatric wards where they will always be cared for.

Some would go into solitary confinement, but after proper rehabilitation they would be allowed to socialize or at least try their very bests. Many were sent to the hospital, yet two were unaccounted for.

They could not find the two in the files, all of them except for two were found, all the files were there. It was as if they hadn't existed at all.

They assumed that they were merely hallucinations of the patients who were in trauma during the attack since their mental stability was already damaged enough as it was.

The ones who were attacked the most were the staff, 70% of the staff were either injured or dead, and majority of the 30% left alone were not on watch that day.

It was a tragedy to be written down in history, one that would not be easily forgotten throughout the state.

But what interested the investigators the most were the two unaccounted for, they had no clue who they were, and even though most believed they were hallucinations, the investigator in particular, who was named Ryan Terry, but his undercover name was Cry.

His boyfriend Felix Kjellberg, was friends with the two, and was scheduled to go through therapy sessions due to the traumatic event.

Cry had also declared he had seen the two unaccounted for, but did not know the origin of either, he was not told. Felix Kjellberg refused to respond to questions or interviews, not bearing to be able to see anyone other than the therapist or Cry.

Cry believed that the two had gone under the radar, but he could not prove much due to the fact that the car was still in the parking lot asylum when they arrived.

Nobody knew where they could be, and no one ever did find out except for the two of them. Mark and jack, who fled the scene and moved to an unknown location where they lived as long as they possibly could.

And after enough time had passed, contacted Felix once more, and he brought Chica with him too.

Meeting them on the Flip Side

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That's it! The end of the book, I'd like to thank every single one of you who read this book, who encouraged me to finish the book, to keep pushing on, I burnt out halfway through but with time you helped me mend and finally finished the book.

I'm so proud of all of you, thank you so much you have no idea how much it means to me.

This book will not be getting any sequels, I have had questions of that but I like the way it had summed up.

But again, I want to thank you for reading, voting, commenting, laughing, crying, and sharing this experience with me and the book I have written.

Love you all, and I'll see you in the next book I make.

Thank you ❤️

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