Her eyes fluttered, seeing a bright light above her, making it increasingly difficult for the pink woman to fall right back asleep. But there was something that wasn’t quite right.

The bed felt rough and metallic.

Opening her eyes, she was greeted with a white wall with black markings. At first, she was confused as it didn’t resemble her room or the bed. Instead, it felt…

Her eyes widened slightly as she remembered what mission she’d given herself. She was inside Mount Massive Asylum. The place she had sworn to never return to and yet here she is. Doing it because why the fuck not?

Turning her head away from the wall, she saw that there was a heavy metal cell door that was locked. Groaning slightly at that, she put herself into a sitting position and saw that by the end of the ‘bed’ was her camcorder that Father Martin had left her.

‘Made it,’ Pinkie thought smugly as she glanced around the room, seeing there were multiple writings and crosses all over.

It must have been Father Martin’s cell.

Getting up from the bed, she glanced at the door wondering if it was open or locked. For it to be either, there was a fifty-fifty chance that she could try out. But she suspected wholeheartedly that it was locked.

The reason for her suspicion was that if Father Martin saw her as an ‘Apostle’ of Wallrider, then he would do everything to protect her and do so she had enough recording footage so she could write a form of ‘Testament’ of the Wallrider.

But that couldn’t be if she left the building or was killed. Naturally, he would be too focused on putting signs or clues all over the place so he wouldn’t be able to help her if she ran into Wallrider or Chris Walker. But there would be moments when he would undoubtedly show her affection as Father Martin sees himself as the most loyal follower of Wallrider while Pinkie, for tonight, would be the Apostle, ‘sent’ by the wallrider.

Pinkie also knew that Father Martin couldn’t afford to lose her as an Apostle, which was why he drugged her and brought her to his cell while also locking it.

She highly doubt he locked it to prevent her from escaping. It was the opposite, it was to protect her from the other inmates that either wants to rape and murder her or something much worse. But, she was certain that at any moment or minute, a variant would open the door for her and allow her to step out and move on to her task.

Pinkie couldn’t help but chuckle lightly in a creepy way.

It worked. She had planned this for the last four weeks and it worked better than expected. The fact that there had been a riot of sorts only made things a lot easier for her. Either it was the variants who would have to kill everyone, or would have been her.

They made her job incredibly easy.

When she was finished with her moment of craziness, Pinkie saw a variant run up to her door and unlocked it, making it open silently, while the man ran away to do God-Knows-What.

Taking it as her cue to continue, she walked out of the room and noticed that she was on the second floor. The lights were dimly lit around the place while a few variants were simply hanging around below her. There was one variant who was banging his head forcefully enough to bleed, but he didn’t stop.

Pinkie pulled out her knife and clenched her fist with it.

How dare Murkoff do this to them? What did they ever do?! Nothing! Instead of getting them proper help, they simply pump drugs and other garbage into their system while conducting experiments that would land them in a military court.

Yes, a military court.

Pinkie did some research and found out that Murkoff had been on trial by a military court somewhere in Europe which wasn’t specified, but they had sadly failed, so it was considered a draw since the country in Europe did have some information that did hurt the company.

…but not enough from stopping them from experimenting.

And since experimentation was the reason they ended up in a courtroom, the other nations to her knowledge, followed the example and put Murkoff on the status that if a crime were to happen, the whole company is involved, they would end up in military court.

This is something that intrigued Pinkie, as to her knowledge beforehand; only the military, government, and politicians could be in such a trial considering that those three have bigger status and responsibility.

Or, at least, she thought it was.

Then again, maybe the European nation that tried to fight them saw something that they deemed to be too dangerous to be in a normal civilian courtroom.

Looking away from the variant, she walked to the left while she heard another variant scream bloody murder as he told someone to get away from him while rattling the metal cell door so much, everyone there heard it.

Not that the other variants made any form of gesture that they’d heard it.

While walking, Pinkie glanced at the other cells that had other prisoners held up. One of them punched through the glass while trying to grab someone or something but after a while, he pulled back his hand and started dancing.

Or, it looked like dancing.

Pinkie didn’t say anything as she wasn’t surprised.

She had seen this when she had been a prisoner herself. It was no surprise that the other variants were like this when they are tortured and mocked on a day-to-day basis when they've done nothing wrong.

If you were going to mock or discriminate against someone, you would have to realise that eventually, that person would do something to you, either physically or psychically.

Pinkie had seen both spectrums, and none were pretty. She’s surprised that some people hadn’t committed suicide for the things that had been retaliated against them. But even if they didn’t jump off a building, the damage had certainly already been done.

When she reached the end of the second floor, she took s right and saw that there were two naked men behind a cell door on the other side. The men looked to be identical so she realised that it was the naked twins.

Pinkie didn’t know their real names, but she had heard they were cannibals but were… ‘fair’ on the one they would be eating, giving the person a chance to escape.

She had never spoken to them before or even seen them. But she had been informed they were there.

“Whose this?” One of them asked.

“Maybe Father Martin’s Apostle,” The other one replied.

“Maybe,” The first one acknowledged.

“Yes, I am Father Martin’s ‘Apostle’, now, could you tell me where he is?” Pinkie asked calmly as if she had a normal conversation.

If the twins were surprised by her question, they didn’t show it. They did however respond.

“He is creating the path for you to follow, all you need to do is follow the path and you’ll find him.” The second twin explained emotionless like a robot.

Pinkie nodded and walked away, feeling the eyes of the twins behind her.

She knew and understood that they would chase her and try to kill her. Pinkie understood why, she had been a prisoner here after all. They’re hungry for human flesh.

Pinkie didn’t grimace at the thought. Food is food. You do what you need to survive, so cannibalism for Pinkie is just a method of survival.

She’d be lying if she said that she didn’t want to try human meat. From what she had read and learned from books and scientists, it tastes like pork, which is why humans wouldn’t think it's human meat if it was given to them.

Her stomach growled and she giggled slightly as she patted her stomach. It was unusual for her to become hungry as she was always fasting as well as she didn’t like eating because she’d been force-fed so many times that she almost vomits from eating normally.

Drinking isn't a problem however so she usually drinks what she needs to survive in terms of protein, and nutrition. However, there was only so much she could drink before she would need to feed herself solid food she needed to chew and swallow.

Nonetheless, she still does it and she succeeds with a small effort. Some of it comes straight up while some of it remains.

When she reached the other prisoners who were hanging around, she saw just how crazy some of them were which didn’t surprise her. If they weren’t crazy before they ended up in this hellhole, they certainly were now.

She saw that one of them was in a wheelchair.

For the lack of a better word, he looked like shit. He had stitches in some areas of his body as if he’d been cut open. Judging by how he looked, he most likely had been cut open as he didn’t have his manhood.

Pinkie would be lying if she said she didn’t feel anything for him.

The poor man had been tortured by Murkoff just like her and he was still alive but barely. In her opinion, he should try and flee this terrible place. He had the chance, no one could stop him except maybe Chris if he would accidentally run into him on his way out.

That was a possibility that made Pinkie shudder.

Walking away from the man, she glanced around until she saw an open door to a cell that was pitch black. Turning on night vision with her camera, she walked inside and immediately heard screaming, but she couldn’t determine if it was of pain or something else.

With her night vision, she saw that there was a gap in the wall that allowed her to walk past if she walked on her side. She did so without any trouble.

The screaming just got louder, making Pinkie realise she was close to whatever was happening. She saw that there was a box on the floor ahead of her that she could use to climb on top of a platform.

Pinkie made her way over and climbed on top and put her knife and camcorder away as she forced her body up until she could get her footing. When she did so, she pulled out her camcorder and knife immediately and had scared when she saw an ugly face immediately.

The face was very much alive. One-half of his face looked rotten with parts of his brain sticking out.

At the sight of him, she clenched her knife tightly as she heard the sounds that had been going on for a few minutes. Walking to the side, she felt the man's eyes bore into her as if trying to find information or whatever.

What she saw, disgusted her.

That was the first time she had been disgusted by something in a very long time. Actually being disgusted by something another fellow prisoner or ‘variant’ was doing to another. The man was having fun with a corpse.

When the man noticed her, he panicked. “Agh, jeez! What the fuck is the matter with you?” He asked as if what he was doing was normal.

Pinkie’s eye twitched.

“You're the motherfucker who is fucking a corpse and you asking what’s the matter with me?!” Pinkie irritatedly asked. “You want to fight or what, punk!?”

The man froze when she asked if he wanted to fight as if he hadn’t expected it to escalate to this. Maybe he didn’t expect the reply.

“No, no… I don’t want to fight you.” He replied with a relatively calm voice to not upset her more than he had already done.

“You better not you punk, or else I’ll cut off your head and give it to Chris,” She angrily stated, making the man stumble on his feet from shock. “Tch,”

Pinkie turned around and saw a metal cell door wide open with light further down the hallway.

Making her way down the small corridor, she heard someone shout after her.

“Hey you, yeah you… oh,” The man turned around and ran back the way he presumably came from, making Pinkie shrug her shoulders at his odd behaviour.

He probably thought she was someone else.

Walking towards where the light was, she saw that there was a dead security guard with a small blood trail. She grinned.

Without any form of reason; she kicked the head, further impaling it into the stone wall. She did it with rage. Looking at the blood trail, she scoffed and walked away from the body and saw that she was where she began but on the other side on the second floor.

To her right was the location where the two naked twins had been but they weren’t there anymore. It stood empty, but there was an eerie feel to it.

The pathway over was destroyed but she could walk to her side over to where the twins had been before. Shrugging, she started making her way over to the other side while listening to what was going on around her.

It wasn’t anything interesting, just grunts of pain and anguish which she could sympathise with.

When she got to the other side, she saw and heard the man from before saying something about how he could save something for her and wait. Ignoring his request, she took a right and saw there was blood on the wall as writing.

God Always Provides a Way. Follow The Blood.

Father Martin had without question been here.

Glancing at the arrow that pointed to the left. Looking to the left, she saw a disinfection chamber. She checked the lock and saw that it was active but she knew she couldn’t reuse this route if she needed it. So taking in a deep breath, she walked inside it, the doors opening and closing for her before it spread some green disinfection.

After it was done, the doors to the other side opened and she walked out and saw that there was a staircase leading up. However, she wanted to check under the staircase for any batteries or journals she could use against Murkoff that would make them sink from power.

Luckily for her, the thing she found was a battery she knew would be useful for her. Grabbing it, she smiled to herself before she started making her way up the staircase.

As she was walking up the staircase, she started to hear a voice that was low and quiet, but at the same time, it sounded so loud.

“Down the drain, down the drain…” The voice kept repeating as if the variant was saying some chant. “Only way out is down,” He unexpectedly said when Pinkie saw him walking back and forth with his hands clasped to the wall while repeating his chant religiously.

Walking closer, Pinkie saw that there were words written in blood on the wall.

Down The Drain.

Father Martin had used the blood of a nearby security guard. Not that Pinkie was disgusted.

Jumping down the drain, she landed silently on her feet with her camcorder and knife ready. Glancing around furiously to see if there was anyone there but found no one.

When she calmed down, she saw there was a door that was slightly ajar and made her way over and opened it only to reveal an area that resembled a holding cell. There were maybe one or two variants inside who didn’t cause much noise but did look at her curiously.

She sighed. Turning around she made her way over to the other side, knowing that she would have to fight someone.

Author's Note

Hello guys, I hope that you enjoyed this chapter.

This one was slightly shorter than the other ones but that was because I found the perfect stopping point before I continue with the other upcoming chapters that will come in the future. So here, Pinkie thinks a little bit about her past while feeling pure rage from what Murkoff has done to her and the other variants which isn’t surprising as some of them lost more than others.

I also wanted her to be more sympathetic to the other variants so she doesn’t come off as ice cold, not caring about anything or anyone. I want her to have some emotions that would make her more ‘human’ than I've made her out to be.

Anyways, that was all from me, enjoy your upcoming week!