Underground Labs

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Original Time Post: October 4th, 2015

Artemis: I have no idea...and I'm not planning on sticking around to find out either. (As they walked and looked at the lifeless bodies on the ground, she wrapped her arms around herself and shivered.) Jesus. Why does it have to be s-so cold...? W-What w-were they d-doing down here?

Miles: Hey, take my jacket... (Miles opened his brown leather jacket and wrapped it around Artemis) It's freaking cold... looks like a laboratory or something of that sort. (Miles could see the words 'Project Walrider' written on the screen with the infamous Murkoff logo and exchanged a curious look with Artemis.)

Artemis: T-Thank you. (She blushed a little when he wrapped the jacket around her, but wasn't fazed too long as she looked at the screen.) Walrider. (That word beginning to feel like poison everytime she said the name.) Maybe variants were here...or Father Martin.

Miles: Wait, what... (Miles suddenly seemed to remember something) Hey, you know what? When I first came to the Asylum, Father Martin drugged me and showed me the footage of this exact area... the... the Walrider was... well, something invisible was tearing the military apart and the bodies exploded... (A cold sweat ran down his head as he recalled how dangerous the Walrider was.) L-Let's go this way... (Miles walked through a deactivated airlock and after walking past a few corridors saw a light.) What the...! (Miles utter surprised as the glass window brought in sunlight... a few military vehicles could be seen.) That looks like the exit, let's go! (Miles and Artemis climbed a bunch of barrels blocking the way and turned right until a red alarm went off)

Artemis: (She had her mouth gapped open but didn't say anything about the Walrider but could muttered) My God... (Before following and finding the army vechiles and she smiled, until climbing over the berrals and the alarm system went off with red lights blazing off.) I think we might triggered something, Miles... (She puts her hand to her chest as she looks around)

Miles: (Miles held Artemis' hand and backed a few steps as realization hit him... a few meters away appeared the very being they dreaded - the Walrider. The black mist started covering the path in front threateningly with a hissing noise and without further ado, Miles pulled Artemis and ran from the way them came. As Artemis pulled the double-doors open, they were greeted with another similar face... Chris Walker. And this time they were trapped.)

Chris: Little pig (He let's out a growl as he picked up Miles and threw him to the side, hearing Artemis yell his name, he turned towards her and chuckled) Little piggy. (He picked her up by her arm and lifted her off the ground, ready to crush her arm as she struggled and protested. Trying to land kicks and punchs, but none seemed to have worked.)

Miles: (Miles's body ached from being thrown down so violently but finding Chris trying to kill Artemis, he gathered himself and ran to help her... Miles had just began pulling Artemis towards himself to free her when they both fell down on the ground due to backward momentum as Chris disconnected his grip on her after a black mist, synonymous to the Walrider covered him. Miles gulped, crawling backwards with Artemis, whose hands seemed to ache badly now. Within a few seconds, Chris was pulled up into the air, and looking via the night vision revealed the strong skeletal figure of the Walrider. Chris Walker, the hulky brute who threw people around like a rag doll was himself being beaten like one by the Walrider with effortless ease before he was shredded to blood and guts in the vent. Miles shivered a bit as he realized how incredibly strong the Walrider could be and looked at Artemis' eyes with a worried expression.)

Artemis: (She was too shocked to look at Miles, she kept looking at the vent, seeing blood drip out of it. She just witnessed the Walrider kill something and it shocked her, fearing for her and Miles life if it managed to get a hold of them.)

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