Chapter 15: Fuck this shit

As they entered Dr. Brendan Ryan's room, they were immediately struck by the disarray.

Kyle surveyed the scene. "Oh. What the hell happened in here?"

He approached the desk, noticing a coat and stethoscope hanging on the back of the chair. "Hey, check out this coat and stethoscope."

Kyle then grinned mischievously and said, "Hey, Jenna, hop on my desk. We're gonna do a porn scene."

Jenna, sitting on the edge of the desk, rolled her eyes. "Oh, God."

Kyle laughed. "Me doctor, you nurse. Vince, you mind? Do her."

Vincent, already seated in the chair beside Kenia, smirked. "Don't worry, I'm busy with my patients."

"Hey! Hey! Get away from me!" Jenna protested, pushing Kyle away.

Kyle laughed even more. Meanwhile, Vincent turned to Kenia, adopting a mock-serious tone. "So, Miss Perrin," he began, "how long have you been having these recurring nightmares?"

Kenia played along. "Well, it all started when I was 12. I felt this presence in my room at night."

Pretending to be a doctor, Vincent smirk, "Was this about the time of your first period?"

Kenia shot Vincent a sharp look and retorted,  "You're a complete pervert, you know that?"

Jenna couldn't help but laugh at the exchange.

"Violent dreams are a direct result of menstruation in young women," Vincent said with faux authority, before looking at Kenia again and adding, "Had you masturbated yet?"

"Ew! You're fucking disgusting," Kenia shot back, shaking her head while Jenna laughed even harder.

Meanwhile, Kyle, rifling through the drawers, suddenly exclaimed, "Oh, jackpot!"

Claire turned to him, curiosity piqued. "Oh?"

Everyone's attention shifted to Kyle.

Grinning, Kyle held up a dusty bottle. "Looks like the good doctor was a boozer. Anyone for a snort?"

Jenna wrinkled her nose. "Please tell me you're not gonna drink that."

Kyle's grin widened. "It's a 30-year-old bottle of scotch. Unopened. Thirty years ago, Jenna."

Without hesitation, he took a swig. "Mmm. That is smooth." He handed the bottle to Vincent.

Vincent accepted it with a smirk. "To pussy."

Kyle chuckled as Vincent took a sip.

Meanwhile, Daniel was flipping through some old records. As he sifted through the papers, his eyes widened in shock. "Ooh!... Holy shit." He held up a document displaying grotesque, disfigured images.

Jenna leaned in, curious. "What?"

Daniel looked at the pictures again and said, "That's some fucked-up shit."

Kyle walked over and peered at the document. "What the fuck is that?"

Daniel replied, "A person."

Kyle's face twisted in disgust. "What the hell happened to him?"

Daniel sighed. "Born that way. Poor son of a bitch."

Claire approached them and glanced at the document. "Oh! That is so wrong."

Kyle chuckled nervously, picking up another document and flipping through it.

Daniel continued to search through the papers, finding more disturbing images. Claire recoiled at the sight. "Jesus!"

Kenia, also curious, found another set of documents and began to flick through them. "What was this place?"

Daniel glanced at the heading on one of the records. "According to the records, it was the Glenville Sanatorium."

Jenna furrowed her brow. "Isn't that where crazy people are locked up?"

Daniel shook his head. "No, that's a sanitarium. A sanatorium is a hospital that isolates sick people from the rest of the population."

Kenia's eyes widened as she looked at the images. "What was wrong with these people?"

Daniel shrugged, still examining the documents. "I don't know. They're all deformed from what I can tell."

He picked up a few more records and said, "I'm gonna take some of these and read them."

Kyle wiped his hand on Daniel's shoulder playfully and said, "I just hope it wasn't contagious."

Daniel shrugged him off with a chuckle. "Get out of here."

[Kyle laughed]

Claire looked around the room, her expression shifting from curiosity to unease. "All right. Come on. We should get back to the others."

Jenna nodded in agreement. "Yeah."

Daniel, still holding the unsettling records, agreed. "That's a great idea."

Jenna nudged Vincent to get his attention, shaking his head playfully. "Come on, let's go."

Vincent chuckled but stood up, following the others as they made their way back through the dimly lit corridors.

....

Meanwhile

As Adam and Porter struggled through the fierce storm, Adam felt himself growing increasingly frustrated. The freezing cold was penetrating deep into his body, and every step they took felt like a fight against the unforgiving forces of nature.

"I think the storm still won't stop," Porter remarked, voicing what Adam was already painfully aware of.

Adam gritted his teeth, feeling his frustration building up. "We have to find shelter now," he said firmly, his patience running out.

Porter expressed his concern, "But what about my friends? They will die if we waste time."

Porter's concern for his friends was understandable, but Adam couldn't afford to risk their lives for the sake of a futile rescue mission. "Do you want to die? Be my guest," he snapped, his tone unintentionally harsh.

Adam's mind echoed with a stark realization. "I can't waste my revival life, dying on some storm stupidity shit. I only use these for killing those bastards.

Porter hesitated, his resolve faltering in the face of Adam's stern warning. Eventually, he gave in, realizing the senselessness of continuing in such dangerous weather.

"By the way we don't have a tent!" Porter exclaimed, his voice tinged with desperation.

Adam's expression softened slightly as he reached into his inventory, retrieving the tent he had stowed away for emergencies like this one. "Don't worry, I already have one," he reassured Porter, masking the fact that he had summoned it discreetly.

Porter questioned, "How come I didn't see it before?"

Porter's surprise was evident as he questioned the sudden appearance of the tent, Adam maintained his composure, offering a plausible explanation. "You probably missed it in this stormy darkness," he explained, concealing the true nature of the tent.

Porter seemed to accept the explanation, nodding in agreement. "Fair enough," he conceded, seemingly satisfied with Adam's response.

In Adam's thoughts, he had a secret plan. "I summoned the tent from my inventory fast, so Porter wouldn't suspect anything," he thought to himself. Adam felt relieved that his trick went unnoticed.

As Adam set up the shelter, his mind raced again with thoughts of the tent's capabilities. "This tent is not an ordinary tent," he mused silently to himself. "It's a safe zone tent that I acquired after purchasing the resource revival pack. You know It's random, but thank god this is exactly what we need right now."

[The Safe Zone Tent is a unique one-time-use shelter that creates a protective bubble around you, shielding against enemies, harmful thoughts, and even natural disasters like tsunamis and other hazards. Only you and those you allow can enter the tent. Once set up, it forms a barrier that keeps you safe inside. After you use it once, it reverts to being a regular tent. It's like a secure haven in the face of danger.]

As Adam put the tent into the icy ground, a wave of relief swept over him. The safe zone tent he was setting up would be their salvation, keeping them safe from the brutal storm and any other lurking dangers.

Then Adam's thoughts turned dark as he set up the tent, his mind consumed by a burning desire for vengeance. "Alpha, make sure you're ready," he seethed silently, his voice echoing in the recesses of his mind. "Because I'm going to fucking kill you this time!"

.....

Meanwhile

As Kyle smoked, he flipped through one of the documents, occasionally glancing at the pictures. Claire, peering over his shoulder, caught sight of the images of the disfigured figure.

 "He's kind of cute when you're stoned," she remarked, a playful glint in her eye.

Kyle turned to Claire with a smirk. "Wow, babe," he said, taking another drag from his cigarette.

Claire grinned mischievously. "You know, in like an E.T. kind of way," she added, her tone light and teasing.

The others in the room chuckled at their banter as Kyle responded, "You're a lot more fucked up than I thought you were."

"Thank you," Claire replied with a smirk, leaning in to kiss him, their playful exchange adding a light-hearted touch to the tense atmosphere.

.....

Meanwhile, on the other side of the room, Vincent's suggestion of exploring the patient ward intrigued Jenna.

 "Ηey, I found a patient ward that's got beds and shit," Vincent informed her, his tone a mix of excitement and mischief.

Jenna wrinkled her nose in distaste. "Oh, gross. I don't want to sleep on a filthy mattress," she remarked, voicing her concerns.

Vincent, ever the optimist, reassured her, "We'll lay our sleeping bags over the top. It's better than sleeping on the hard floor. Plus, we get a little privacy." His suggestive tone and the look in his eyes hinted at more than just finding a place to sleep.

Jenna's initial hesitation melted away as she responded with a playful "Ooh. Okay," planting a kiss on Vincent's cheek. They stood up, ready to explore the patient ward.

"We'll be back, guys," Jenna called out to the others in the room.

Sara said, "All right," as she looked at Vincent and Jenna.

"Night," Bridget chimed in.

"So long," Lauren added with a wave.

Vincent then turned his attention to Kenia. "Ηey, you wanna come check it out?" he asked, extending the invitation to her.

Kenia met his gaze with a mixture of amusement and curiosity. "Okay, sure," she agreed, joining them on their excursion.

Jenna couldn't resist a teasing comment. "I'm not enough?" she quipped, feigning offense.

Vincent chuckled, wrapping an arm around Jenna's shoulders. "Ah, you are mine," he said with a grin.

Kenia laughed at their banter as they made their way down the hallway towards the patient ward. With Vincent leading the way with the flashlight, he attempted to reassure Kenia, saying, "See? It's not so bad."

Kenia nodded in agreement. "Okay," she replied, her curiosity piqued.

Vincent then proposed a lighthearted game. "Okay, I say we all pick a room," he suggested, his playful demeanor evident. "And then everyone puts their keys in a bowl, and we pick to see who sleeps with who."

Kenia couldn't help but chuckle at Vincent's cheekiness. "Seriously, you pervert," she teased.

Jenna joined in with a playful jab. "You just don't stop, do you?" she remarked, shaking her head in amusement.

Vincent simply shrugged with a grin. "It's what I do best," he quipped, earning a sigh from Kenia and a chuckle from Jenna.

As Kenia, Vincent, and Jenna ventured through the halls in search of another patient ward, Kenia suddenly caught sight of something that startled her.

Kenia [Gasps] "Hey! I think I just saw somebody."

Vincent, ever the joker, responded, "Ghosts. Awesome."

But Kenia was certain. "No, it wasn't a ghost. I think it was a person."

Vincent offered to investigate. "Well, there's nobody there now. If you want me to take a look, I will."

He approached the patient ward room, checking for any signs of life. "No. Nobody here. Whew."

Then, unexpectedly, a scream pierced the air, followed by a thud.

Jenna [Whispers] "Oh, my God."

Kenia's heart raced as they looked toward the patient ward room where Vincent had been.

"Vincent?" Jenna called out anxiously.

Kenia, hesitant to enter the room, protested, "Τhis isn't funny, Vincent!"

As Jenna urged Vincent to respond but Kenia felt uneasy about going into the patient ward. She wanted to go back to the living room and raised her hands to signal that she didn't want to go further..

"I'm going back, Τhis isn't cool," Kenia declared, her apprehension evident.

But Jenna wouldn't let her go so easily. "No. No, no!" she insisted, gripping Kenia's hands tightly.

Kenia repeated, "No, no! No."

Jenna implored, "Don't leave me alone. Come."

Reluctantly, they approached the patient ward room where Vincent was, their anxiety palpable.

"[Whispers] Vincent," Kenia called out softly as they cautiously entered the room.

"Vincent," Jenna echoed, her voice trembling with concern.

Then, suddenly, Vincent emerged with a playful "Whoa!"

Both Kenia and Jenna let out piercing screams in fear.

Their screams subsided when they realized it was only Vincent, their fear quickly turned to anger.

"You fucking asshole!" Kenia exclaimed, her frustration boiling over.

Vincent attempted to diffuse the tension with a light-hearted response. "Calm down. Trying to have some fun."

"Oh my god," Kenia muttered, exasperated.

Jenna's disbelief was evident. "I can't believe you!"

Despite their irritation, Vincent couldn't help but chuckle.

"God!" Kenia exclaimed in frustration before walking away, feeling fed up.

"He's such a jerk," she remarked to Jenna, who followed closely behind.

Attempting to make amends, Vincent called out, "Kenia?" But Jenna, in a playful gesture, grabbed his shoulder and scoffed at him.

[Vincent Laughs]

....

As they walked along, a creepy figure with eerie black eyes watched them from afar. This figure, known as Black Eyes, wanted to hurt them and kill them, but he resisted the temptation. Because his boss, Alpha, told him not to until the next day. So, despite the urge to attack, Black Eyes stayed hidden, waiting for the right time to do what Alpha ordered.

Black Eyes remembered what Alpha had said: "Let them enjoy themselves for now. When tomorrow comes, they'll be terrified and suffering."

With a silent vow, he continued to watch the group, waiting for the right opportunity to fulfill Alpha's commands.

To be continued