The Asylum

Who is that?

Chapter 7:

-Ricks POV-

"Andy? Mark?" I yelled.

Joe and I walked what seemed was forever.

"Where the hell are they? They should be near."

"Rick." Joe whispered.

I looked at him. "what?"

His face went pale. He pointed his index finger across the room.

"Oh shit." I said.

Mark fell to the floor, and Andy stood still.

"What the hell?!" Joe said out loud.

The figured looked up from staring at Mark and he bolted.

"Andy?" I said walking up to him.

He was crying.

"A-are you ok? Andy?" I grabbed his shoulder.

He clearly didn't know I was there, he looked traumatized by what he saw.

"I could have died." he said through tears "he told me he was going to kill me, but then he ran away when you guys came."

"He wanted to kill you?" I asked.

"Mark fainted. He freaked out to the point where he did." he continued to go on about happened before we came. "He then said something that I didn't really want to hear."

He slowly turned his head and said.

-Andy's POV-

"Oh my god"

"A-andy?" Mark said turning his head towards me. He was panicking and as he said my name he was breathing heavily.

"W-what?" I said also breathing heavily.

Before I could get an answer I heard a noise.

"THUD!"

I turned my head and saw Mark on the ground.

"Oh shit. Oh shit."

I couldn't move at this point from being in so much shock.

I heard this creepy old low deep voice say "where's your friends?"

I stood there for a minute with shock.

"W-who's there?" I finally said.

A not so cheerful laugh burst into the air.

The figure stepped into the light that was from a small little crack in the ceiling.

"Ray Rogers?!"