A Glitch in the Virus

Chapter 1

                Wyatt had begun looking through each of the openings he found between the brick walls as a heavy sighed opened his lips, his shoulders slightly slumping. He had grown exhausted from traveling to and from Wakeland City to the world of living again and again. He was done, he was ready to stop, but his parents were not. He thought to get back at them, he would disregard their wishes and find the dolls himself anyway. It never worked, though he couldn't seem to break cycle he had created to create a new one. His footsteps slightly echoed through the rooms and hallways as he tried to find these different symbols from each doll he found to open the door once again to go back to that city. It was the same room as before, the hospital bed, the vines on the walls that made it look like an overgrowth had consumed each wall, the Soulless in the chairs, the low lights that made the room dimly glow but just enough to see where you were going, it was like a splitting image of his hospital room at his parents home, except how the city created it as. The room was in ruin and dark and full of pain and sorrow. Wyatt was so exhausted that, that's how he even saw the room anymore in his eyes not just them. He began to rub his slightly dark rimmed eyes, as he began to read the newspaper articles, the doctors files, and each of the dolls files again that had spilled themselves all over his table and bed this time around. His soft dark colored eyes scanned the files in his hands as he read them to himself in mumble only he could hear as his footsteps carried him back to the locked door. Unknowingly, his hand began to reach out towards the lock to mess with the combination when his breath and his movement locked up and froze, staring intently at the now juggling door knob. All he could hear was his racing heart in his throat and ears. How was something or someone behind the door? He should be the only one here? Was this... a Soulless finding his safe room? No, that couldn't be possible, there were already Soulless here but they were docile... this didn't make any sense.

               "Come on!" My low whisper turned into a growl as I tried to get the door to unlock not knowing that the door had padlocked itself over again after some time. Sighing out of annoyance, I stopped jiggling and shaking the door knob looking down each hallway to my right and left trying to find a new way in. The clocks in the city started to tick slowly, one by one coming back to life after months of being silent. He was back. He had come back. In a quick choice, I started to quickly walk down the right hallway before doing a double take when I saw the doll. Bright red dress, black corset type waist across the dress to match the black lace on the bottom and the end of the sleeves. Her bright eyes stared at me silently yet intently before taking off down the hall in a surprisingly hurried run. "Hey! Come back!" My voice begged as I rushed after her, holding tightly to my satchel of files so they wouldn't bounce against my hip and chest. Unbeknownst to us, that the door that once been padlocked had been unlocked and creak open to where she once stood. The doll had other plans for them to meet another way. A way that would bring them together, yet give them the answers they deserve.

                 Wyatt looked up and down the now empty hallways in front of him. The confusion of the door knob moving by itself stuck in his mind as he began to walk down the hall towards the first doorway he saw. His movement came to an abrupt halt when the doll he become so used to seeing stood there in front of him staring deeply back at him. "My doll..." his voice mumbled into a whisper as he stared back at the doll before it took off down the archway and other hallway like it always did. "There is no God.. yeah I know, I know..." his tiredness echoed in his words, yet he tried to hide it. He ducked his head to miss the plywood over the top half of the doorway, before straightening back up again and began walking down the hallway once again. Quietly he followed his doll once again as he tried to avoid the Soulless that came into his path. These dolls called to him always ever since the show got cancel along with the innocent people he found out that died here in this City. He understood that this was just a Purgatory but Wakeland City had actual people, living things, voices and movements, but now it was what it could be called... Purgatory.