Face Your Fear episode 01 welcome to asylum Page #2

Female Patient

calmly

Here’s a ball. Play with that and leave my lover’s head alone.

She took the head and walked away, leaving the group to resume their twisted game with the newly severed head.

Sitting beside her lover's headless body, she whispered tenderly to the head

Female Patient

softly

Don’t worry, my love. I won’t leave you again.

The male patients returned, laughing.

Male Patient

playfully

He grabbed my butt.

Female Patient

pushing him away

Go grab someone else’s butt! Stay away from my lover’s!

Male Patient

crying

It wasn’t me! He’s the one who grabbed my butt!

She screamed at him again, threatening.

Female Patient

furious

I’m warning you!

The male patient ran off, crying hysterically, as she returned to kissing her lover’s head gently.

Female Patient

lovingly

Our wedding will be next month.

EXT. the Outside the Asylum Gate - night.

Christopher pulls up to the asylum gate, parking his car quietly on the side of the road.

He takes a deep breath, removes the car key, and slips it into his pocket.

Sitting still for a moment, he grabs his bag and pulls out a laptop.

He opens his email, a large message pops up on the screen, but the letters are blurred and unreadable in the faint light.

Christopher

muttering anxiously

Damn... this is much worse if what he says is true.

Quickly, he shuts the laptop and tucks it back into the bag.

He pulls out a small handheld camera, checks his gun with a few rounds of ammo, and grabs a military knife, which he hides in his boot.

The gun is tucked behind his back, ready. Slowly, he heads towards the small side door and steps inside.

Christopher

shocked, whispering

What the hell is this?

He opens the camera and starts recording.

The camera screen shows a full battery icon on the right, the date on the left, and the recording timer just below it.

He cautiously steps forward, documenting the madness unfolding around him. His breathing quickens, his voice shaky

Christopher

whispering to himself

I’m a Christian man... but this is not the work of God.

He continues moving carefully until, out of nowhere, a brutal blow with a baseball bat strikes his back, sending him crashing to the ground.

He scrambles to pick up the camera, hands shaking as he crawls backward.

Through the lens, he sees an insane patient wearing a security guard’s uniform, with two severed heads of other guards hanging from his shoulders.

Insane Patient security guard

maniacally, holding the bat

Who are you?

The patient moves closer, the bat resting on his shoulder.

Christopher tries to sit up, crawling backward while still filming. His hands tremble violently, fear coursing through him.

Insane Patient security guard

calmly, menacingly

Show me your security clearance.

Christopher says nothing, continuing to film, his breathing growing more rapid.

The insane patient swings again, but Christopher leaps up and runs.

He sprints as fast as he can, the camera recording everything, occasionally turning back to film the lunatics chasing him.

Christopher

panicked

damn it... locked asylum... what the hell do I do?

He turns to see the lunatics closing in. One shouts.

Insane Patient 1

Come here, you bug!

Insane Female Patient:

Leave his head for me!

Another Insane Patient

laughing crazily

my girlfriend’s single! I need his body for her!

Without thinking, Christopher jumps down the steps, running for his life.

Christopher

frantic

f***, f***... they're insane.

He glances around frantically, spotting an open wooden door resembling a basement entrance.

Without hesitation, he dives in, crashing onto the ground,

groaning in pain. He lifts his head, surrounded by total darkness.

Christopher

whispering to himself

I can’t see a thing...

Suddenly, the basement door slams shut from the outside, leaving him enveloped in complete darkness.

int.Inside the dark basement - night.

The basement is shrouded in thick darkness, so deep that nothing can be seen.

Christopher, sitting on the cold floor, is panting heavily, trying to calm his racing heart.

Realizing he can't stay in the dark like this, he quickly opens the handheld camera and presses the night vision button.

The screen glows faintly green, illuminating the surroundings just enough for him to see.

Christopher

talking to himself, breathlessly

Okay... I can see now.

He starts walking slowly through the damp, musty basement, glancing around cautiously.

The place is filled with abandoned crates and rusty, old machines. As he moves, he hears strange whispers and muffled laughter echoing around him.

Suddenly, he spots a crazed man sitting in the corner, rocking back and forth, chuckling quietly to himself.

The madman's eyes are completely empty, as if lost in another world.

Christopher

terrified, whispering

What the hell is going on here...?

He keeps walking, the sounds growing louder.

Every now and then, he sees other lunatics wandering nearby, but none of them attack him.

Just seeing them is enough to make his breathing grow heavier, his heart pounding harder, and sweat dripping down his forehead.

Christopher

muttering between shaky breaths

I need to get out of here... I need to get out.

Suddenly, he hears the sound of a heavy door creaking open behind him.

He turns cautiously, only to see a massive figure stepping through. The man is over two meters tall, and disturbingly, instead of arms, he has two giant axes attached to his stumps. The madman stares at Christopher with wild, crazed eyes.

Christopher

in sheer terror

Oh my God...!

The man starts running toward Christopher, raising his axes menacingly.

Without thinking, Christopher spins around and starts sprinting, the camera still rolling, his hand trembling, his breath coming in frantic gasps.

Christopher

while running

sh*t, sh*t... I need to get out...!

He races through the basement, darting between narrow corridors and winding paths, hearing the heavy footsteps of the axe-wielding man closing in behind him.

Suddenly, he spots an open door in the distance, with faint light spilling out from it.

Christopher

with desperate hope

That's it! The exit!

He runs as fast as he can toward the door, his heart filling with hope, but the sound of the axes gets closer and closer, as if the man is right behind him.

His breath is ragged, sweat pouring down his face, but he doesn’t stop.

He keeps running until he reaches the door, clinging to his last hope of escape.

Christopher stumbles through the wooden door, slamming it shut behind him.

He barely catches his breath before dragging an old table nearby and pushing it against the door, blocking it.

The sound of axes clanging stops behind the door, and Christopher hears a low, frustrated groan on the other side.

Breathing heavily, he looks around. The place is horrific; bodies are scattered across the floor, blood splattered on the walls.

But the most unsettling sight is the group of madmen sitting quietly in the room, staring at him in eerie silence, as if they were watching a performance.

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