Walter panting in his spot, all shaking and nerves racking, he felt as though everywhere was hurting and he didn't even feel anything else besides the pain in his body. What was that?. Maybe his lost memories are coming back or what?. 'What was that?!. Fuck, I don't know!.' his mind running like a fast bullet train. As he opened his eyes, he met with the floor, he didn't know how he ended up in a position like that, but he realized his throat was hurting and he heard the scream from his own throat. He snapped his mouth shut and felt the panic surge like a wave. But, the rumbling footsteps pulled him to his senses. 
With a deep groaning, he pulled himself. Taking a few deep breaths, as he tried to lose his muscles, ready to fight whoever came. His aim here was to save everyone, the survivors and Blythe and the cowboy man. Took another deep breath as he heard footsteps nearing the corner of the hallway. Taking a step to the middle, he crossed his arm on his chest.
"Here he is!."
The man in a half-mask yells at the others. 
From the dark hallway, humidity increases as he takes more breath into his staggered lungs, it's tight, dark, all the things he hates, he can feel the need to peel everything and escape within his soul, crawling its way up to his chest. Yet, at the calls, his body goes rigid, and his head clears somehow, it almost feels like his head grew twice, while his legs are still shaken, Walter pushes himself up, using the walls to balance himself. 
In the dark small hallway, he faced five other half-masked men, as breathless as he could be, he knew he needed to finish this one way or another if he wanted to escape. His body is numb as he takes a stance, ready to fight. Five of them suddenly lunged forward, as a battle cry escaped their throats. Walter dodged a punch as he took a step back, trying to find a space. He dodged another punch to his face, he kicked the incoming leg trying to slip him down, and the vibration went to his spine, tickling something behind his memory. 
As he dodged, his body moved with its instinct, another couple of steps back, he pressed his weight down before throwing a punch to the one in front of him, he spun before he landed a kick on him, throwing two of them to the ground, sputtering. With a heavy breath, he lunges for the one on his right, pushing his weight to the man, and knocking back the other two. He tightened his core before spinning around, pulling the man's arm across his shoulder, his back facing the man's torso, he threw the guy across from him, knocking his breath out. 
He staggered as he stood there, trying to take his breath in. He can feel his arm shaken up, as his eyes take in the man's condition, laying there motionlessly. As he put his guard down, an arm came for his throat, choking him from behind. Startled, he tried to grab the arm before jabbing the man's rib as hard as he could, desperate to be released. The last jab was harder than before, and the man threw him to the ground, his hard breathing filled the empty small hallway. 
"Who the fuck are you."
Walter harshly spit as he pushed himself up. 
"None that you should worry about."
The man answered, with the same heavy breathing. 
"I have got all day for this."
Walter calmly proclaimed before he spun and landed the hardest kick his body could make, making the guy knock the other behind him out too. The other two try to stand as they eye their friends on the ground, with a weak battle cry they sloppily throw punches but not one lands, Walter kicks the man's knee, and he drops down to the wooden floor with a loud thud, Walter hits the point behind his back, knocking him out. With the delay, a fist landed on his jaw, ringing his head, so loud. He almost stumbled behind. 
Warm blood from his cracked on the corner of his lips. They both eyed each other for a second, Walter taking in the man's shaking fist. He throws his fist on his nose so hard the man falls back, unconscious with a bleeding nose. 
For a second, it was fine until his legs gave up under him, sending him to the ground. The rings in his head along with the throbbing filled his sight in the dark, his body relaxed as he felt every inch of his body starting to feel sore. His stomach feels heavy with a bile, threatening to get out. His chest feels sickeningly tight as he tries his best to steady his ragged breath. With the eerily calming silence, he recalled the flash he got, perhaps another memory or his made-up mind. Which is real? Which is not?. Frustrated, he groaned as he forced his body to get up and find the other problem on his ass. 
If he weren't mistaken, he saw a bright light spreading through the hallway in the corner. His shaken knee slowly takes step after step towards it. Faster and faster as the light bathing has come closer with his desperate touch on its light. He almost smiled as he felt the warmth slowly engulf his body. It feels so good on his skin that he momentarily forgets the pain in his body. 
He took a step into a small hallway, taking him into a large space, the square corner made him forget there were hallways behind these rooms lined up, the same door and the same dark brown wall, as they lined up from his right to his left, there's only one entrance or exit to the hallway. In the middle there's a large gap on the ceiling, giving as much light as possible. He took another staggering step to the railings. There was a deep fall onto something like a cushion in the middle, trapped in a glass cage or some sort of thing. His eyes raked the stairs, counting how many floors it was. 
"Five."
He breathed out. 
The floor seemed to be good to lay down right now. The temptation was so high he just stood there staring at the floor. His head suddenly snapped him out of the trance, oddly enchanting with the floor. 
"Right, where are these old men, huh?."
He carefully sauntered to the stairs, the only stairs leading down to the white thick cushion, but it was the only way down. Unaware of what was waiting for him down there. 
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Raven shelter.
Underground station.
Loud whirring fills the laboratory room, and a few scientists decide to come down early and check a few samples. A bright green tube in the middle of the room with a crystal with a shade of the sun and as big as a person can be. They were chatting away with the formula they came up, with and discussing the failed experiment. Their white lab coat is stained with the terrible days, now, even though they try to take time and give something better to the Raven Shelter's residents, there are still a few lacks but it's not like they can complain especially being alive and safe is already a blessing, given a position they thought they never would experience again was something they would be forever grateful. But, the whispers were loud, from the formula leading to a taboo conversation.
"Before Sir Als left, he said he would find more clues to help us make a cure."
Uttered a young woman, with black hair, probably the youngest of them all. 
"He will whack your head for calling him sir. He hates that."
Called another man, a rough built with sandy blonde hair. He tapped on the clipboard nervously.
"There may be no cure. And it's almost a year since Als left the shelter, even the elites have no clue about his whereabouts."
Another young woman let out, her voice laced with a bitter trace of resignation. 
Argued a man with a beard, his hair almost covered with silver hair due to old age. He has the look of a wise wizard, and his rumbling deep voice reminds them of one of his appearances. 
"But, it's the extinction of humanity now, it's calling for a desperate time. And we need Als as much as everyone else."
Argued another man. 
They sighed. Knowing it's true. 
"Hush now. Can't you all watch your back and be aware of your surroundings before uttering useless things?. Can't you see there's still other people here, huh?!."
Called the red-haired woman. 
"We are sorry ma'am."
One of them anxiously responded to her sudden appearance. 
"He is still out there somewhere, safe. Don't give up yet. And it's only been almost three years, it's fine, there is still time to find a cure, it's not like we can finish it at the nearest time possible."
As she was giving them a stern eye, a sudden loud footsteps echoed in the room. They turned to look at the entrance. Before the big thick door, there was a woman, brunette curly hair waving to her waist, her white lab coat hugging her body, and her anxious tapping foot on the floor telling them the things they were afraid of the most. At that moment, every thought becomes one, no matter how old they were. 
"She heard it." 
Whispered the red-haired woman, letting out all of their thoughts. 
They watched her swapping her card, harsher as her hands trembling causing the monitor to deny her exit a few times before the door finally let out a whooshing sound and the big door rumbling and opening. They were there bewildered. 
"Amelia heard us."
One of them muttered in terror.