Leaving the 'living room' behind her, she walked down the hallway where she had killed one of the variants.

The body was still there, unmoving with a pool of blood surrounding him. The wheelchair had moved slightly, but it didn't arouse Pinkie's suspicions.

However, she did stop in her tracks to look at the dead variant to see if she recognised the body.

From where she was standing, he looked to be very skinny and bald. Not that the man looked fat when she crouched.

"Tch," Pinkie sneered and walked away with a shake of her head.

She always wondered one thing; why were she and Sparkle the only women in the entire building?

Pinkie remembered when some equal men and women worked there along with a few prisoners. But suddenly, out of nowhere, they all just stopped showing up. The female patients became pregnant, and if Pinkie wasn't mistaken, there had been a few female workers who looked bigger in the gut.

The pink woman highly doubted that they never allowed their workers to have a private life. But, she was concerned for the prisoners.

Pinkie wouldn't put it past them to rape the patients be it male or female. She'd been a victim herself of such things and had heard the pleading of the other prisoners.

She remembered one cellmate who had become a 'best friend' of sorts. They would have their version of 'girl talk' and would help each other when they needed it.

Walking into the office room where hundreds of computers were turned on.

Glancing around to make sure that Chris wasn't around, she made her way out of the room and saw that the reception hadn't changed much.

Good. It meant that Chris wasn't down here yet.

Pinkie walked around the reception and made her way to the security room. She knew that Father Martin was around here somewhere, watching her or doing God knows what.

Pinkie saw the hallway and wasn't surprised to see a prisoner who barged down a door several rooms down, screaming something about Chris Walker. Even before she escaped; the prisoners had always made sure to stay out of Chris’ way to not anger him.

The military veteran was by no means unfit, as he certainly still does display the strength he once used in war to protect civilians who aren’t grateful for it and take it for granted.

There was one time, however, when Chris had gotten back from taking a bath that one of the prisoners attacked him because he had an episode of whatever disorder the guy had. Chris, without blinking, pushed him against the wall with such force that it both knocked the guy out and left a large hole in the wall.

But he didn’t stop there…

He stomped on the guy's head repeatedly while the guards tried to stop him. Chris, though, was a lot stronger, so he managed to break the guy's head, leaving a pool of blood and brains splattered on the floor.

Pinkie didn’t shudder at the memory.

It probably should, considering, she was there, and saw it with her two eyes.

But after several years of being surrounded by such violence had lost its effect on her. Whenever she heard there had been a murder or fight of some kind, she was always shocked by how… mundane it sounded.

The murders and fights outside of the asylum were so tame that they actually disappointed Pinkie. The ones inside of the hellhole she was inside of were always gruesome, so gruesome that it sometimes made Pinkie vomit at the sight.

She stopped in her tracks when she was right beside the metal security door that was locked.

Pinkie’s mouth twitched slightly. She had known that regardless, she would need the security card because how would she catch Father Martin’s attention? She needed to act as though she would leave which would make the self-proclaimed priest take Pinkie further into the asylum.

Glancing to her left where the black square security device hung proudly to the side. There was a glowing red light, showing that it was locked.

Grabbing the card from her pocket, she placed it near the device so it could scan the numbers. When she heard a clicking noise, she smiled and opened the door that made a loud noise as it swung open.

Inside the security room were a few lockers for the workers there along with several computers that monitored every possible area the prisoners could try and escape from.

It made her angry. She realised that some of the camera areas were probably new; meaning that after her escape they placed cameras in those areas to ensure that none of the prisoners escaped to a T.

Clenching her hand where she held her knife, she walked towards the nearest chair. Glancing around the cameras, she saw a few different areas and rooms where there either looked eerie or had dead bodies in them, clear as day.

When she started typing in the code for the security system to make it look more realistic in case Father Martin was watching her.

To her surprise, however, it came up a feed in one of the cameras where Father Martin looked directly into the camera before he pulled a lever that shut off the electricity in the building.

For a few seconds, there was only pitch-black darkness that surrounded the area, making her huff in annoyance. That is until a small lamp in the room lit up.

When the lamp turned on, Pinkie saw that every computer was shut off and nothing was clearly working which came as no surprise to her.

She couldn’t keep her smug look off her face.

Everything was going according to plan.

Abruptly, she heard metal clanking and heavy walking which made her heart beat faster. Standing up, she tip-toed to one of the lockers and hid inside without making too much noise to draw attention to her. The last thing she wanted was Chris chasing her down to the basement where she was sure was another variant walking around.

Pinkie listened and watched through the small horizontal lines that showed the room.

“We have to contain it,” Came the deep, terrifying voice of Chris Walker. He sounded like he had trouble breathing as he took deep breaths every so often which made him sound horrifying.

Suddenly, he punched the door, making it shake. He punched it again and again until the door flew off its hinges and landed on the floor, giving Chris access to the room.

Pinkie watched as he made his way over to the computers and held her breath for as long as he was there.

“You were here weren’t you? Pinkie, I’ll find all you whore’s.” He made his way over to the locker that was beside Pinkie who felt her eyes widen in anticipation. She clenched her knife tightly.

Watching Chris, she saw and heard when he closed the locker and made his way to the fallen door and stepped right on it and entered the hallway. He glanced all over the place, turning his body down the different hallways as if to see Pinkie come running.

Slowly, he turned to the left and made his way down the hallway without looking back.

When Pinkie couldn’t hear his footsteps or metal clanking, she got out of her hiding place and brought the camera close to her, turning on night vision. She peered into the hallway where she’d seen Chris walk but saw no one there.

Taking the other way, Pinkie kept glancing back, wondering if he’d come back and if he did, she knew that there was no way she could beat him. He was much stronger than her and could easily overpower her if he wanted to. And she knew he did.

“Fuck, what a mess,” She muttered when she saw the staircase going down with an overturned wheelchair with blood leading down. Not paying it any head, she walked down the staircase and saw an open door with rubble and debris scattered all over the place. “Just what the fuck happened here?”

She tip-toed inside while still looking back, expecting to see Chris behind her.

There was an entrance through a red brick wall that was big enough for her and any other skinny variants. Getting through, she held her knife tightly as she knew there was someone down here with her. She certainly wasn’t alone, that was for sure.

The only bad thing about this was that her legs were all wet. She didn’t grimace since she knew the whole place was destroyed and would continue to get destroyed tonight.

Getting into the hallway, she made her way slowly, fully aware that the water was making so much noise that she was certain that Chris heard it on the first floor. When she jumped over a desk and made a huge splash, she heard a fellow variant from the other side of the wall.

“Who… whose there?!” The variant demanded.

Pinkie ignored him in favour of peeking to the right and saw where the button for the power was. Seeing that, she knew that there were a few levers she would have to pull to turn on the power.

‘I don’t know if I should fight him head-on or if I should leave him be,’ Pinkie debated with herself.

Moving slowly down the small hallway, she contemplated her options. On one hand, she could fight him and try to kill him so she could finish the more smoothly, but that might attract the attention of other variants who wants in on the fun.

But if she were to leave him alive, he would no doubt chase her. Maybe if she pulled the two levers that were in this room, she could potentially force the variant to investigate and sneak into the other side where the final lever was.

With that plan in mind, Pinkie made her way inside.

The reason she knew there were two levers here was that she had been taken to this… part by one of the guards… through that, she had seen a few guards handling the electricity. She didn’t know where the third lever was except for the fact that it was beyond the door where the variant was patrolling.

With the other variant in mind, Pinkie had no idea who he was. She slightly recognised the voice but she didn’t have a face to remember it with.

He might have been another prisoner that had tried to fight the guards and had screamed so loud that she heard him.

She didn’t know.

Carefully getting on to the small platform in front of her, she glanced around with her camcorder and saw nothing except for the platform where the electricity button was and two doors in front of her behind the platform of the important big red button.

Deciding to take the door to the farthest back, she jumped into the water and landed with a splat. The water sent waves out as Pinkie walked over to the door.

She kept glancing over to the door to the left every so often which led to the third lever that was in there somewhere. If her hunches were correct, she couldn’t get in there because it was locked. Which, of course, made her wonder how Father Martin made it passed the variant.

When she reached the door, she stepped up to the platform and opened the door gently to not draw attention. When she saw the red light, she grinned smugly.

Making her way to the lever, she gave herself a few seconds before she pulled the lever, making the red light turn green. As it made the noise, she bolted out of the room and made her way to the second door where the second lever was.

Reaching the door, she slammed it open and shut it with the same force, making a loud ‘bang!’ noise. She turned to the lever and pulled it, making it turn green and made the same noise as the first one, making her grin.

Looking around quickly, she saw a bed and ran over to it, camcorder and knife in hand and crawled under for safety. She didn’t know how big the variant was and she didn’t know how strong or what weapons he possessed so it was better to play it safe this time just in case.

Pinkie suddenly heard banging noises coming from outside, and they sounded aggressive. Good thing, she had a weapon with her if things turned ugly. She kept recording but did notice that her battery was dying.

‘Shit!’ Pinkie thought and quickly changed batteries.

Suddenly, there was a loud crashing noise which made her clench her knife. The variant on the other end was strong enough to knock down the door, so she could bring him down, but she needed to know how big and strong he was. If she had that, then she’d feel safe fighting against the variant who was probably armed.

The banging started again. This time, it was much louder and closer than what was comfortable. The door was old and looked ready any second to fly off its hinges which made Pinkie clench her knife and camcorder in anticipation.

Suddenly, the door fell to the floor after the final punch, revealing a man in his thirties or forties. He was bald and carried a baseball bat or a piece of wood that resembled a baseball bat and had a few extremely sharp wires around it.

‘I could take him on, but not here, I’ll do it after I pull the final lever,’ Pinkie thought to herself as she watched the variant observe the room as if trying to find her. ‘I wonder why he allowed Father Martin down here?’

It was one of the questions that were troubling her the most. How did the priest walk around the asylum without getting hurt? Was it because he was a priest? It would make a little bit of sense because a lot of the variants were quite religious, almost all of them being Christian while there were a few other ones who were Satan Worshippers.

Strangely enough, the two differences never clashed with each other, they respected each other and left each other be when it came to religion and rarely discussed it unless they were in a setting where that was maybe needed.

Pinkie remembered vividly when Father Martin would read the Bible to her as a way to help her and give her hope. Her best friend was no different. They learned a lot from him in the religion department, despite the fact he only spoke the chapters of Revelation.

Still, it made Pinkie smile whenever she saw him. It was one of the few times when she could not worry about the guards doing anything to her and could relax while listening to Father Martin speaking about the end of times, like the Four Horsemen.

Pinkie was brought out of her musings when she heard footsteps. She glanced and saw that the variant was leaving the room, stopping briefly to look to the left and right before taking the left path.

Slowly, the pink-haired woman crawled from under the bed and stood on her two feet while clutching the camcorder and knife. The knife was to her side but ready to stab the variant if he, for whatever reason, decided to turn back and check the room she was in.

Pinkie tip-toed to the door and peeked to the left and saw that the variant entered the room she had rushed out of. Grinning, she made her way over to the fallen door that the variant had come out of while occasionally glancing back to make sure that he didn’t come out and surprise her.

Climbing the small platform, she entered the hallway and saw that there were a couple of open doors that revealed rooms with different kinds of body parts and blood splatter.

‘How delightful,’ Pinkie sneered and picked the left path which led into the darkness. She glanced into the rooms she came across and could open in case there was another variant that wanted to slaughter her too, but she never found anyone. If anything, the one in the main room with the two levers seems to be the only one in the basement area from what she could see and hear.

It was odd.

But then again, he probably killed whatever comrade he had down here so she shouldn’t be surprised. So why was she?

When Pinkie reached the end of the hallway, she saw that there was a left and right path, so she decided to take the right path since that was the darkest area and probably would be where the lever is.

That, and she had picked the left path a lot so why not?

Walking down the hallway she came across a desk she had to jump over which she did with ease and continued until she came across a door.

Putting the knife in her pocket, she opened the door slowly and saw that there were a few shelves with boxes, lockers, and the lever! Grinning, Pinkie made her way inside and pulled the lever down and for the third time, it made the sound that would draw her attention but also help in turning on the electricity.

If she had calculated everything right, she had given Father Martin enough time to get a syringe with sleeping medication or at least something that would make her fall asleep.

So when she gets out of the basement, she should sleep soundly and be brought to her cell until she would wake up.

Suddenly, she heard wt footsteps make their way over to her and she glanced around and found the lockers and immediately bolted for them and hid. Pinkie did have a feeling that lockers would become her friend for tonight.

Hearing the footsteps enter the room, Pinkie braced herself in case the variant would open her locker. Which he did.

“FOUND YOU!” He shouted with hatred in his voice seeping in like an open wound and swung his weapon at Pinkie.

The Pink woman swung her knife at his throat, causing him to bleed profusely. He looked shocked. He dropped his weapon and got down to one knee while clutching his throat as if he could save his life.

Pinkie looked into his eyes and saw that he looked shocked and confused, but not the normal kind. He had the confusion about how he lost the fight.

He gurgled before he fell, face forward making a loud ‘thud’ noise.

Pinkie let out a breath she was unaware she was holding. “Fuck sake…” she muttered. She did realise she wouldn’t be this lucky next time. Next time, she would have to really fight to survive and if Chris walked was involved, then she really did need to hide or use her knife like an expert.

Recording the body with her camcorder, she stared at the variant for a long time but concluded that she did not recognise him.

With that, she left the room and entered the hallway once more.

She walked back the way she had come and entered the room where the final generator was which was a button this time.

Not caring about noise, Pinkie made her way over to the button she had to press. With a fist, she pressed the button, making it so that the entire building got its electricity back making her huff.

Turning her back to the room without looking back, she made her way back the way she came, completely oblivious to a shadow entity that was in the room with her, subtly glaring at her.

When Pinkie reached the first floor, she saw that the electricity was back on and that the hallway where the security room was, was lit up. With a small smile, she made her way over to the place she knew Father Martin would be waiting for her.

Reaching the room, she pretended that she was going to open the security doors when she was grabbed from behind by Father Martin. Looking up and feeling panicked, she saw a comically huge needle with some green stuff in it before it was forcefully stabbed into her and put into her.

The priest let her go when he was sure she had gotten some of the medicine in her system.

“I’m sorry, Pinkie, I truly didn’t want to do this to you,” He said regretfully with genuine sorrow. “But you can’t leave, not yet. There is so much for you to witness.” He stopped suddenly and glanced into one of the cameras.

“Will you see it?” He asked Pinkie. The woman turned to the camera feed and saw how the soldiers with weapons were thrown around like ragdolls while losing their limbs in the process. “Our lord The Wallrider tearing His truth into the unbelievers.”

Pinkie could hear the large H when Father Martin spoke.

“The only way out of this place is the truth. Accept the Gospel and all doors will open before you.” Father Martin finally said.

With that, Pinkie passed out from the medicine.

Author's Note

Hello guys, here is the 3rd chapter of this series. In this chapter, I focused mostly on Pinkie gaining back the electricity in the building while she killed one of the variants. In the beginning I had planned on not doing it, but the more I wrote the more sense It made.

So in the end, I offed the character and made so Pinkie is on her way to the cell for the next chapter where she will need to get out of the cell where Father Martin was once sleeping in.

That was all from me guys, see you in the next chapter.