Romans & histoires Asylum American Horror Story

Ashley’s POV As I wandered through the hallway looking for a restroom, it felt like the walls were starting to move or perhaps it was because I was suddenly feeling dizzy, overwhelmed by the anxiety attack that had just hit me in the presence of Andreas and his entire family. I was lost, and disoriented, and my mind was racing as I struggled to comprehend that a new problem had just arisen as if Ashton being missing was not enough. I had no single idea what this anniversary thing was about but from Amarinth and Adam’s retort at what Alfred had said, it was a big thing and I certainly could not accept to do such a thing, especially with Ashton yet to be found. I had to tell Andreas the truth

he hissed, glaring at the others. “Get out of here, and don’t lose that footage!” They scrambled to their feet, disappearing into the night as the sound of footsteps grew closer. The hooded man cast one last bitter glance at Ashleigh before vaulting over the low fence. As Ashleigh lay motionless, the voices of her friends echoed in the distance. “She’s here! Come quick!” Arthur’s voice cut through the air, filled with terror. Ashleigh’s eyes fluttered open for a brief moment. “Arthur…” she whispered weakly before slipping back into unconsciousness.

he said. Amy stopped mid-step, her heart still racing for other reasons. She turned slowly, trying to focus on Asa’s words and not on the overwhelming embarrassment burning through her. “Oh… uh, thanks,” she muttered, avoiding his gaze. Asa nodded. “Yeah. You might want to crash here tonight because they need to shut off your water.” She hesitated. “That’s okay, I can just—” “Amy,” he cut in, raising an eyebrow. “You literally just had a flood in your apartment. Where else are you gonna go at this hour?”

She gasped and he still didn't show up, Hayden was about to finally squeeze the life out of her when Bryan showed up. “Fuck, Hayden.” Bryan called and pulled Ashley away from him, she coughed repeatedly and gasped for breath. “Are you okay?” Bryan asked and she nodded. “What is wrong with Hayden?” Ashley asked as Hayden walked towards them. “I don't know, am not sure, did he kill anyone or did he taste blood?” “Yes, he did. We were attacked by vampires.” Ashley replied and stood up. “Should we run?” Ashley asked in fear. “Yes, that is the best idea.” Bryan replied and tried teleporting with Ashley but he couldn't.

“Something else. Something… easier.” “I don’t think any of us could have anticipated the dam bursting releasing zombies,” Aislen replied, but knew that she lied. She had dreamed it in various ways over the years and had turned away from her ability seeking to be normal and wounded from her time in Havermouth and Samantha’s loss. She had chosen selfishly to ignore the signs.

“I’m heading for the tunnel, you can join me if you like.” Ashley holstered her gun and watched Bohdan walk past her down the long path to the tunnel. On his way, he was met up with a woman, the woman who was looking for a flashlight. She turned and looked at Ashley as Bohdan told her what just happened. Looking at her watch, Ashley knew her time was limited, she could either take off back out into the hall and up the stairs or follow the vampire she just met. Her instincts kicked in and she took off after Bohdan.

Ashley yelled as she woke up abruptly, she scanned around to find out she was in her room in the mansion. “Was this a dream?” She asked, staring at the drip fixed to her. The door opened revealing everyone except her mother “Where is my mother?” She allowed her tears to fall freely. “I am here” She peeped from the door smiling. “Mom” Ashley wept as her mother hugged her. Alan narrated how Drake was shot dead in the process and Bryer was injured and arrested when she was trying to run away. Dan is also not Bryer’s child, she adopted him from an orphanage. Alan had to process the documents to make Dan their child.

In that moment, I found solace in my natural appearance, devoid of any desire for makeup. Grief consumed me, fueled by thoughts of vengeance against Alistair. As I gazed at the bread knife lying beside the mug, the image of him lying in a pool of his own blood played out in my mind repeatedly. Aspen had fulfilled his promise by sheltering me in one of his hotels. To ensure my comfort, he provided me with a phone and a prepared card. Despite his assurances that the card contained no tracking device and he had no interest in monitoring my movements, I couldn't shake the feeling that it was a lie.

On the day we were about to register our marriage for the ninety-ninth time, I, Joshua Smith, went rigid as I read those words flickering before my eyes. Suddenly, a sharp pain tore through my abdomen. It was the memory of being poisoned in my previous life, so vivid it felt as though it had just happened. Talia Ford, my wife, saw me frozen and snapped impatiently, "Joshua, move! Get out of my way! I need to go to the hospital with Uncle Adam!"

They checked my fingernails, peered into my dilated pupils, and ran gloved hands along my ribs, searching for any break in the skin. I held my breath. I had been careful. I had skirted the hordes, avoided the frantic skirmishes, and stayed in the shadows where the dead couldn't find me. I was a ghost in a graveyard. "Clear," the guard muttered, stepping back. He didn't look at me with empathy; he looked at me with the detached relief of a man who wouldn't have to pull a trigger today. "Get inside. Move fast." I walked through the breach in the wall and into the heart of the sanctuary. It was a chaotic ecosystem of desperate life. People huddled around small fires made of plastic trash and de