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2 hours until dawn
No matter how much he didn't want to, Mike pulls away, desperate for air. He looks down at her, how her lips had swollen slightly and he smirks, making her glare.
"I'm coming with you, Munroe." (Y/N) states and he mocks surrenders.
"No arguments there. Come on."
The two approach the door to the Sanatorium and neither even think to discuss what had just happened.
Mike opens up the door and (Y/N) gently puts it back into place, bolting it shut.
(Y/N), Sanatorium: 05:03
(Y/N) follows Mike through the hallways and walks up the stairs, traversing to the Chapel, in a worse state than before.
"Holy shit." Mike whistles and (Y/N) frowns. "What happened to the wolves?" She ponders.
They make their way up the stairs and the (H/C) sits herself at the top of a hole in the floor. He stands over her, keeping watch for any surprise attacks as she drops down into the room that was on the other side of the chained fence.
Moving out the way, Mike lands in front of her and she picks up an unlit torch. "Now you just need a pitchfork and a mob." He jokes and she playfully rolls her eyes.
He lights the torch with his lighter and she motions to the shotgun. "You should take it."
"You sure?"
"Yeah. I mean you seem dead sure on being the hero. Besides I got this." (Y/N) jokes, patting her machete and he smirks, picking it up with some ammo. "Good enough."
She opens up the door, back into the Chapel and they cross over to the locked door. He shoots it off, kicking it open and raising an eyebrow. "Impressed?"
"Not particularly. You kicked a door open, anyone can do that big man." (Y/N) says, patting his cheek on the way past.
Going through another door, the wolf from earlier appears from behind a fallen table. Mike cautiously approaches the animal, a soft smile at the calmness it bought. "Happy to see us again, huh?"
"We were hopin' we'd run into you again." (Y/N) whispers, kneeling down to pet the wolf. Mike is beside her, the two indulged in the serenity that would not occur again.
"Alright pal, you're comin' with us." (Y/N) breaks the peace, standing up and Mike follows her lead, placing his hands on his hips.
"Here's the plan. We happened to see a map of this place, so we're not flying blind. There should be a way into the psychiatric wing that'lll take us right outside the mine. Think we can handle that? He asks the wolf, who growls in response.
"Couldn't have said it better myself. Atta boy." (Y/N) smiles.
She is the first to follow the animal, holding up the flickering flame. She steps down into the snow, traversing through a fenced path to the building across. The wolf barks suddenly at the doorway and (Y/N) grimaces at the sight of the place and Mike had jumped at the noise.
