Chapter 32

He was heaving and puffing as he dragged the nun to the chamber where he planned to hide her. He knows that Ibiza will soon discover that something is wrong, and that it is because of the nun's absence.



The nun's weight is growing heavier and heavier, possibly because she is now dead. Gunner's forehead was sweating profusely, but he wouldn't stop because he had to do it now. He can already see the room, which prompts him to draw her back quickly. Despite the fact that the floor was smooth, the nun's head was bleeding and leaving a trail.



He needs to do something about it, or they will easily locate him and become even more murderous than before. He hasn't seen Dr. Vega walking around in the last few days and assumed that Ibiza was the only one roaming until now. He can still feel the weakness going through his body despite having already eaten a baguette that would have satisfied his hunger. The air inside the asylum is making him dizzy, and the odor is making him sick.



How many days has he been here? He was unsure because he couldn't see a light. He can't tell if it's already night or day, and despite having his phone with him, he can't believe that it says that it has just been two days. And that was impossible for him because it felt like an eternal life.



Gunner slowly turns the doorknob and opens it without making a sound. He is aware that they are alone, but who knows, maybe Ibiza is hiding in the shadows.



With a heavy sigh and, for the last time, he used all of his remaining strength to pull the nun inside, and it was a perfect room to hide her because it was not only dark, but also far enough away from the other rooms that no one would suspect.



Gunner wipes the beads of sweat on his brow with the back of his hand. He could smell the metallic blood smudge on his hand. "I'm losing so much energy because of you," he uttered, struggling to catch his breath.



As soon as he puts the body of the nun behind the door, is that the only time that he learns that he can already see in the dark without any light coming from his phone? And how was that possible? Maybe because he had been there for a long time in the darkness and his vision was becoming like one of the people inside the asylum?



The room was identical to the others. There were no differences, and he had no idea what that small television inside was for. Because, as far as he recalls, he opened the television in his brother's room and the only thing that appeared was that creepy logo and no available channels at all, despite the fact that he kept clicking for other channels.



"Everything inside this building is creepy; how come no one in the government inspects such a thing, or maybe it only says that even the government is in favor because of this," he muttered under his breath, shaking his head slowly because he was dizzy again.



He must take into account how he will repair the blood trail on the floor.



Then an idea struck him. He looked down at the water bottle swinging near his waist. "This will work nicely, and I need to find a damp cloth," he said as he looked around the room, certain that there was a garment or something inside that could be used as a wipe.



There was only an old blanket which now looked like a rag because of the color, and what would he expect? Dr. Ibiza treats all of its patients here like an animal. He took a grip of the blanket and ripped it enough for him to use as a wipe on the floor and he must be quick before someone would see him.



He moved quickly, closing the door to the room where he had hidden the nun after wiping all of the trail of blood from the floor. He double-checked to ensure that he had his phone with him. He taps the video icon again, starts recording, and hangs it around his neck. He didn't bother putting a flashlight on his phone because he could see clearly enough and it would even save him a battery.



He began walking slowly in order to recover all of the energy he had expended earlier. "Slasher," he exhaled, unable to stop thinking about his twin brother's well-being.



How did they end up in such trouble, and why, in the name of god, is their fate in the hands of Dr. Vega. Did the gods not want them to live a normal life? Why does it have to be incredibly hard?



What did they do to end up in this situation? Gunner couldn't come up with an answer because even he didn't know. As soon as he and his twin leave here, they will migrate to another location where they can live out their dreams.



A tear falls from his eyes like a sparkling diamond as he walks down the path. He recalls his brother's face inside the glass globe. He could barely recognize him due to his physical appearance; he had lost weight and was as white as a sheet of paper. And his twin's eyes were puffy with large dark circles, indicating a lack of sleep.



His hand formed a fist, causing his knuckles to turn white. His teeth were clenched in rage. Gunner had given up on prayer, and the only thing that could save them both was him. He must be both powerful and wise. He already had a plan in mind but is unsure if it will work, but nothing will change if he does not act.



"This may be your day, Dr. Vega, but I always believe that no one escapes when they do heinous things to human beings and when they are in grave danger, and your soul will root in hell."