Outlast the Night

Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed, and Something Red

The air had changed from the beautiful icy weather to hot and sticky in a matter of seconds. Her skin began to melt at a faster rate. However, the feeling of the building did not change. Star could hear louder, more violent cries from inmates trapped inside their physical cells. Guards using what little power they had to shut them up. The rest of Mount Massive must not have evacuated the remaining people. Leaving an unbalanced ratio of guards to prisoners. 

A loud crash and roar erupted from all around her causing her skeleton to jump. She ran faster; matching her heart beat and jump into another air vent. It was quickly becoming her second home. Using her hands and knees, she wormed her way through the system listening carefully for any escape plans between guards. The few she did see through the grates were muttering about the outbreak on the other side. The other hand full she could see were headless. 

Chris. He's here.

Her heart sinking into her stomach. She hadn't thought about him at all since she left him. He would have become more violent now. Most likely he has gone completely over board and is fully hunting. For what; she didn't even know. Probably her. She left without a proper goodbye. 

She crawled onward careful to make as little noise as possible. Chris had much more survival training  than her. Comparing, she could survive in the woods for a week and he could rule it for his remaining years. Star did her best to control her breathing and swallowing. Her lips dry and cracked. Clean, drinkable water is a luxury now. 

Another roar vibrates through her skull. Anxiety crawling in her skin with her matted hair in her eyes. Her chamber was growing hotter and her heavy breathing was not helping at all. She needed to find a way out. Star pushed herself through another corner and kicked the grate out. Her toes and ankles were burning and bloody from all the abuse but that would have to be looked at another day. She landed on a desk in front of a small office corner. The glass window shattered completely creating a sprinkle of glitter on the ground. The lights were blacked out in her corner but the hallway lights were glowing so clearly. By using an empty file folder, she swiped the glass away creating a small path way to stand up. She tipped toed up and jumped over the broken window and followed the light.That same light began to dim.

Loud, powerful footsteps vibrate underneath her. Their shadow grew closer and closer to her blocking her only escape. Chris had come into her view and he was worse than when she saw him last. He was covered in more blood and his face bruise and cut up even more. His eyes were black as coal. Anger isn't the word to describe his face, hellish rage is more like it. 

"Little Bird." He ran at her grabbing her by the neck and pressing her into the wall. He wasn't choking her but holding her tightly. Her feet dangling as he held her up to his face.   

"Why Little Bird? Why did you fly away?" A growl erupted from his chest. Her eyes watery but no tears flowing out of her. Fresh blood dripping down his checks. His own tears if pain.  

"I'm I'm sorry. So so sorry." Her voice tiny. She was scared of him and what he could do to her. Kill her. Torture her. 

"I have to protect you Little Bird. He is dangerous." 

"Who is Chris? Who's dangerous?" 

"The Walrider." 

A siren began to sing her song. Alerting the couple of something unknown but dangerous. Guards and inmates a like were running and screaming ,similar from the outbreak in her section of the asylum. 

"Hey let go of her now!" Three guards came running at her and Chris merely swung his free arm out blocking the smaller men. 

"Chris don't hurt them!" Star screamed as their bodies collated with the lockers. Pounding on the metal like a drum.