Chapter 1: Teaser 1 – It’s In The Vents

I started coughing as I backed away from the steam or gas coming out of the pipe. It is black in color, which I can tell thanks to the lights by the big poster sign on the wall. I really hope that the gas isn't deadly. If it is, then I guess my journey will end before it even could begin. I know that Connor is alive, but I doubt with all my heart that I will find him in the Sewers of this place. He is bound to be deeper in, which also means I am bound to face more dangers too. Surviving a war just wasn't good enough, huh?

Sighing, I stepped out of the range of the unknown gas and started walking once more. The musty smell in the air grew worse as I went, and so did the barely noticeable black particles of what I hope is just really big dust. Surprisingly, or maybe I'm just lucky, I did not smell the typical sewer smell of feces and gunk at all. It was like they were only there in the beginning of the sewer. 

Gripping my flashlight tighter, I aimed it at the walls, trying to find any clues of where to go to head deeper into this facility and, hopefully, get out of this sewer system. As I search the walls, I can't help but notice a shape in the distance. It is on the ground, and big enough to see even from how far away I am. It also helps that there is a faint glow coming from around the bend, indicating a light source. 

After searching for a bit more, and ending up with nothing, I decided the best course of action would be to just keep walking forward. As I got closer, I think I realized what that shape was. My suspicion was confirmed as I got closer, allowing me to see clearly what the shape was. 

It is a body.

The body has the patient gorb on, which instantly put me on guard. I still remember just what the patients I have run into so far are made of. Still, this one was pretty bloody, and I can see the torn lower half of them, as well as a bit of...intestines. 

I look away, hoping to spare myself from the gross sight. I did notice that the wound was caused by what look like massive claw marks. As much as it may sound rude and selfish, I am thankful it was him and not me. There are a couple of reasons for that. One is that I know just how resistant the patients can be. Well, at least the ones I have run into so far. Yet whatever did this to the guy cut him once, at least, that's what I assume, and pretty much cut him in half. If whatever did that...does it to me....

I can't help but shudder at the thought. Just what did I get myself into?

No. No, don't think about that right now. Connor and Karla are in here. They must have seen and, as much as I hate the thought, been through much worse. Besides, it's not like the thing that did this is here. At least, not anymore. 

Should I offer a quick prayer? No, I'm not really that type of person. In fact, I know no prayers. I should just move on, and do my best to avoid stepping on any part of him. That is probably the best way to respect him. 

 

'Slorp!'

 

I froze at the sound, my mind half full of disgust and half full of fear. The best way I can describe the sound to myself is someone removing their shoe from a pile of wet mud mixed in with a wet sound of bones tearing, like someone dismantling a chicken.

I slowly turn around, trying not to gag when a horrible stench hits my nose. I feel tears spring into my eyes as I scan the area, trying to find what made that revolting noise. It took me an uncomfortably long time before I realize that the head of the body is now staring directly at me. 

I freeze again, trying to process what is going on, before with a wet, groanish roar, the upper half of the body lunge towards me, grabbing my left leg and clutching it tightly. Their grip is strong, so strong that I let out a whine of pain. They are crushing my leg and, I have no doubt, they will break the bones in my leg if this goes on for much longer.

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"G-get off my Leg!" I steady myself, then try and punch the patient off. When my fist connects, it feels like my hand is hitting something mushy. Despite the feeling, the head shows no sign of damage. 

As I continue to struggle, a rapid and loud clicking noise fills the air. Is this thing clicking its jaw or its tongue? Wait, why did it stop moving?

I am confused, yes, but seeing as it stopped moving, there is no way I am wasting this chance. Reeling back my fist, I give the head the hardest punch I have ever done. The result speaks for my efforts as the thing recoils and lets go of my leg, nearly flipping over on its back. As it recovers, I realize something. The clicking wasn't coming from it, and it has been getting louder and louder. 

In a flash, something grabs the patient by his head. From the massive, almost black fingers that cover up most of the head, I see dark red blood pour down. Whatever is grabbing the patient nearly crushed their head just by grabbing them. 

The patient let out another, groaning shriek before being pulled up by the thing grabbing him, disappearing into an opening up on the ceiling. The clicking has stopped, and I can hear the sound of whatever that thing was going deeper into the vents, dragging the top half of the patient with it. 

After I don't know how many seconds, I finally came to the conclusion that I should probably start breathing again. I did so, taking steady breaths all while trying my hardest to stay quiet. Brief images of the thing's arm and hand flies by as I recall just how large and sharp the claws were. Without a doubt, it was that thing that cut the patient in half in the first place. 

That also must be...Clicker.

The patient camera thingy told me about him. How he had apparently saved my life before, then proceeded to try and kill me. Just recalling the clawed hand, as well as the simple grab that made the patient's head resemble a pineapple and I can't help but doubt the words of the camera. If Clicker ever sees me, I am dead for sure.

Though, it is ironic in a way. Here I am, doubting whatever that thing was that probably saved me before, probably just saved my life again.

 

 

 

 

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Subject/Patient - 0000000007: Clicker

[Highly Dangerous!]

Hunts relying on Sound. Smart and Cunning.
If spotted, staying still and being quiet is the best way
to avoid him.

Protocol "Click Sounds"

Redacted

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