Two Heads Are Better Than One

Chapter 2: Stick together

BANG!! The pair heard a loud crash down the corridor which they had just passed. Miles looked to Waylon then back down the hall with his camcorder. To his dismay a rather large variant was sprinting right towards them. He had plowed through a door sending it flying of the hinges. "RUN!!" Miles yelled again pulling Waylon by the arm.

Waylon winced in pain as he tried to carry his weight while running on his wounded ankle. Miles had not been there when he tried to escape that crazed groom Eddie Gluskin. He had fallen down an elevator shaft after the ladder he was on collapsed and a piece speared him through the leg. "Miles..." He panted. "You gotta go ahead without me. I can't move this fast. My ankle won't let me." "Why?! What'd you do to it?" He asked frantically so Waylon informed him of his entire encounter with Eddie.

"That is one fucked up man." Miles said in reply "But we have to stick together. There is no way I am just going to leave you here. Man the fuck up and run. I don't care how bad it hurts. I know for a fact that pain is more tolerable than what will happen if pug face back here catches you." Waylon took in a deep breath and did as he was told. He sucked up the pain and continued to run.

All of a sudden the noise of the psycho barreling through the hall stopped. All was silent behind them. "Is he gone?" Waylon asked trying to turn his head to see. He squinted down the dark passage but he still couldn't tell. "I don't know. Here, get under this cot." Miles said crouching down and squeezing under turning his camcorder to look down the hall. "He's gone. Let's get going." He stood back up helping Waylon on his feet.

Just when they thought the coast was clear, Miles heard a familiar voice that sent a horrifying chill down his spine. "Little pig." The voice said. "We have to get out of here. There is no outrunning this guy. We gotta hide." Miles said a panicked expression crossing his face. "Who is that? How is he any different?" Waylon asked nervously. "That's Chris Walker. He threw me from the second floor through a window to the first. He is not someone you wanna mess with. We gotta hide." Miles said looking around frantically.

"Over here!" Waylon said opening a locker and stepping inside. "There is one for each of us." "No. He'll check at least one of them. Trust me I've learned from experience. Our best bet is to get into one together and if he checks it we can both jump out. Our combined body weight can stagger him for at least a moment so we can escape. "Sounds good to me." Waylon replied as he backed up against the side of the locker allowing Miles enough room to get in with him.

"It's a little cramped..." He said his face shoved against Miles' chest. He could hear the taller man's heartbeat accelerate with fear and anticipation. "Shit... He's coming this way." Miles whispered with dread. "Little pig... I'm gonna find ya." Chris said as he opened the first locker tearing the door off. Both the boys held their breath in praying to god that he would just leave. Of course nothing goes their way in this forsaken place. He approached their locker and ripped the door right off like the first.

"NOW!!" Miles shouted as he hurled himself up against the brute, Waylon doing the same. They both took off out of the room but in separate directions. It was too late when Waylon had realized Miles had not followed him. He thought for sure he heard the journalist right behind him. "Miles?!" He whispered loudly into the darkness. "Shit..."

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