I Got Past the Writing Block, Only to Find Another One...

thankfully i have managed to finish off chapter 2 and head into chapter 3, but i'm a little concerned. i think i might have moved too fast, that Jason might be lacking a development i THINK he made. idk. as always, please let me know what you think :)

Jason did not know how long he wandered the facility, walking through walls, disregarding all physical objects, ignoring everything that breathed. If death eluded him, he would find it and take it by force.

But everything Jason tried failed. A ghost had no grasp on the world. There was nothing that could help him die. With every failure, Jason could hear the man chuckling to himself, taking pleasure in his living pain.

Who would have thought that one could lose hope over death? Jason lost the will to fight, the will to die. There was nothing. Nothing to move on to, nothing left to go back to.

Chapter 3
Even ghosts have to sleep, and Jason was no different. But the lights were never off. There was never a room devoid of scientists, who pounded away at their keyboards and scribbled on their clipboards. They were always working. The soldiers were no different, always pacing and making rounds about the facility. They were always ready, with gun in hand.

It was in sleep that Jason found that bits and pieces of some memory came to him. It was the same one every single time.

Flashes of an empty street, followed by the silence in the car. Jason was in the passenger seat with his head against the window, watching the street pass by with yellow lines and white dashes. He never saw the driver. Suddenly there were flashes of fire, a great blaze with Jason in the middle. But everything was silent. The flames devoured everything, but not a sound. Jason always woke up, thinking he was alive.

It was nights like these that he wandered the facility, searching for something to take his mind of the blaze. It was such a night that he discovered the true purpose of the facility.

The soldiers did not care about Jason. The scientists did not care about Jason. No one was bothered by his presence. He was free to roam as he pleased, however futile it may be. They made no effort to hide what they were doing. They knew Jason could do nothing about anything. It was on this night that he discovered about the project, and the experiments that had proceeded him. That man told him everything, the one he met on that first day.

Jason had wandered into a meeting room of sorts. Everything was circular in shape: the chairs, the table, the whiteboard, the room, even some scientists. The light from the projector blinded Jason for an instant, catching his attention. He moved out of the light and watched from the shadows. They ignored him.