The following fiction is based off the game Outlast by Red Barrels, and partially the playthrough by Pewdiepie. Not sure if you should expect great things because I'm a good author or terrible things because it follows the storyline of the game...
Mount Massive Asylum was just about visible in the distance, through the rain. Anton wasn't entirely sure what this mission was about. It looked run down. Certainly not the sort of place any of Mevolent's men would hide out. They had been given a camera and told to record their findings, him and Saracen. Anton was driving. The car wasn't a very good little thing as it bounded along the dirt road, suspension rattling. Saracen sat in the passenger seat, fiddling with the camera, a file on his lap containing the details of their mission. He turned up the radio, listening to a news report. Suddenly, the radio signal was lost, dissolving into feedback. Saracen thumped the dashboard angrily and Anton gave him a cold glare. They saw the sign for the asylum and took a sharp right, then found themselves approaching open gates. They passed through and an awful feeling passed over Anton. Binding sigils, he realised. He pulled up at a security booth, empty, with enough space to pass between them and to the barrier. Slowly, he switched off the car engine and turned to Saracen, who handed him the file and the camera. Anton read the file slowly. Someone who used to work in the tech department, witnessing unusual things, not understanding any of it...one of the men on Mevolent's side. When they had captured him, they had been unable to get a sane word out of him. Saracen stepped out as Anton set up the camera, and went to explore the security booth. Anton went to follow, but stopped when he heard an odd noise. He whirled round, getting his hair in his mouth, and was just in time to see the binding gates close behind him. There was nothing to do in the security booth, so they ventured onwards, towards an inner gate. They pushed it open and began making their way up the driveway, around a large fountain.
They tried the main doors, but they were locked. Saracen shrugged and led round the side. As he walked, he nodded to trucks standing at the base of the steps that led to the front door. "Those are military trucks." Suddenly the castle-like structure began to seem somehow sinister. There was a knocking sound behind them, as though someone had knocked on the front door, but once they had both looked back, they dismissed it as nothing. They approached another metal gate, but it too was locked. Saracen gestured to a hole in the bottom, but Anton shook his head. "There is no way I'll fit through there..."
Saracen was already squeezing through. Anton sighed and attempted to climb over. They were in another courtyard, with another large fountain, and another flight of stairs. They walked past the stairs at a speed, keeping low so as not to be seen through the windows, and approached some scaffolding, scaling a ladder on one side. Anton pointed. Open window, light on. He heaved himself up through the gap, followed by Rue. There was a few armchairs stacked in disarray in the centre of the room, and the light flickered before going out. It was pitch dark in the room now. Anton activated a night vision setting on the camera, taking his friend's hand and leading him through the general mess of the room and through a door. Now there was a little more light, and they found themselves in what looked like a hotel room during a power cut. They passed on through to the room opposite, which was empty. A few chairs and tables, a television against one wall that suddenly erupted into static that sounded like tortured screaming. They exited through another door, out into a similar corridor, a book shelf blocking one way, a boarded up door opposite them. They ventured off down the hall. This way was blocked as well, a few filing cabinets and a shelf of heavy equipment, with the tiniest gap between them. Saracen struggled through the gap, then gestured for Anton to follow. With a groan, he tried to force his bulky body sideways through the gap.
"How long do the batteries last in that thing?" Saracen asked as he walked into a new room, empty but for a desk and computer.
"Not all that long. Half an hour maybe?"
He groaned. "Half an hour? How long are we going to be here for?"
"Quite a while."
"Wait, I think I've found some batteries."
Anton was already opening the door to the next room. Saracen hurried after him. There was a phone off the hook and a file that said confidential. As Anton opened and read it, Saracen couldn't help but say "not any more".
"Project Walrider..." Shudder mumbled, putting down the file. "That's certainly something to investigate."
It seemed to be the average creepy building, even with the seemingly self-shutting doors. A bathroom door shut itself, and when Anton tried to open it, it was locked. Saracen tried a glass door at the same time, but it too was locked. They exchanged looks and went into the only door left open and unchecked. There were drinks machines against one wall, the only source of light. On a sink basin stood a few items. Saracen was examining a ventilation shaft, which at the moment looked like their only chance of continuing.
"Battery...note paper, illegible, tray with drink can and...is that an umbilical cord?"
Ignoring a splatter of blood on the table he was now standing on, Saracen pulled himself into the air duct. "Anton!"
It was a tight fit, of course. Saracen glanced over his shoulder. "You know, it would be easier if you weren't recording my butt."
"I'm not, I heard voices."
"Yeah, mine, telling you to quit recording my butt!"
Anton ignored him, turning the camera to look through a grate. "Walrider!" Someone yelled in the distance, before some terrified soul burst into the room, looked around in a panic and ran back out again, slamming the door behind him. "Well..."
"Who the frick was that?"
"Don't know. Didn't see his face." Continuing on, they dropped down into a bright hallway. They opened the first door they came to and were instantly greeted with a bloody body, hanging by its feet. They both gave noises of shock and Anton turned the night vision back on. It was so dark. The body had no head. Anton felt Saracen cling to him, trying to feel his way in the darkness. "We're in a library." Anton told him, loud and clear. They turned a corner and found a pile of body parts and blood under another man, hung by his neck this time. Saracen wrinkled his nose at the smell. "Okay, what is that smell?"
"You really don't want to know."
They stepped closer to the man, and suddenly he gasped for air, reached out, took hold of a handful of Anton's hair. The soldier stood stock-still, not very happy with the bloody fingers in his long locks.
"They killed us!" The man choked out. "They got out! The Variants! You can't fight them...you have to hide...can unlock...main doors from security...control..." He choked and finally died, releasing Anton. The two soldiers moved out, through a different door to the one they had entered through. They were back in the bright hallway, and someone was approaching from the corner. They both ducked back, peaking round the corner to see. They disappeared from sight and the men got to their feet, turning the opposite direction to where they had seen him go. They walked through another door, needing to put the night vision on again, and found themselves in a bathroom, blood leading to the toilet, in which a severed arm rested. The mirror was cracked. There was a functioning hand drier. Those were all the observations made.
They carried on down the hall, giving brief glances to the jumbled messes, finding they had to squeeze through another thin gap. As they started through, they heard an unpleasant, croaking voice. "Little Pig." They were both taken from the gap by some horrific being. 10 feet tall, bald, fat, arms made of pure muscle, mouth covered in blood and filled with razor-sharp teeth. They were both thrown through a window which led to another part of the building, landed painfully and blacked out.
When Anton came to, there was a man in black robing crouched over him. "And who might you be?" He asked in a, quite honestly creepy, voice. He blacked out again. He was still there when he came round once more. "Merciful God, you have sent me an apostle. Guard your life, son, you have a calling." And with that, he blacked out once more.
Someone was shaking him awake. A voice, distant, high-pitched compared to the priest guy. He got to his feet, shaking Saracen off him, and the first thing he noticed was the dead bodies of the security guards. They were at a reception desk, and these men were long dead, flies buzzing around, innards everywhere...Saracen felt a little unwell. Anton went round the desk, finding and reading another confidential piece. "Saracen? I think we've met project Walrider..."
Saracen looked up at the broken window and suppressed a shudder. They were in another security room, more dead bodies. Saracen got the scare of a lifetime by walking into a plant in the darkness. They moved on to a filing room, trailing blood from the floor across the cream carpet. They carried on to the gloomy hallway. A sign said exit, but when they tried the door, it was locked. They went the other way, down the corridor, towards a man in a wheelchair. They walked past, and Anton raised the camera. This man had been disfigured by something, as had the people watching a static television in the next room they visited. The television had a splatter of blood upon it. The other doorway was boarded up, but there was no actual door and the two men could easily duck under the boards. They went through a door, found another corpse, but this one had a badge. It was a keycard to security control. They went and tried another door, which was, of course, locked. They ducked back into the television room. They walked past the man in the wheelchair, who launched himself at Saracen, who promptly screamed "You bitch".
Anton stood by, but made no move to get the man off his friend as he began pleading for help. "Get them out! Please!" He yelled. Anton raised the camera again. "The doctor is dead! Rip them clean! You have to help me!"
All this time it was hard to hear the man over Saracen's wild screams of 'let go of me' as he tried to shake the man off. Finally he threw him into the wheelchair, and the man curled up against the wall. Anton crouched down to check if he was all right. He shot Saracen a look before leading back to the reception area and turning the camera on some red writing on the walls 'PROCLAIM THE GOSPEL'. They moved on to a hallway with lifts and a flight of stairs leading down, blood marking them. Anton turned down the hallway, avoiding the stairs. A man ran across the hall in the distance and tried to break open a door. The soldiers exchanged looks before venturing down the hall and trying doors, hearing a voice argue that he shouldn't have to die for being sick. They continued until they found the security door, which they opened with the card and went to the desk, doing their best to ignore the corpses. 'THEY LIE' was written on the walls in blood. Saracen smirked, despite himself. "The walls never lie."
"Shut up." Anton sat in the swivel chair at the security desk and did his best to hack into the system. It was going well until the man in the robes appeared on one of the screens and turned off the power.
"Oh cock..." Saracen muttered.
"There's probably a generator in the basement. That's where that camera was. Come on." Anton stood from the chair, but once he turned away from the monitors, he heard it, saw its shadow...Project Walrider...He ducked down, below the window bit, so he could not be seen. He tried to cloak himself behind the monitors as Saracen ran to hide in a locker. The Walrider burst in, looked right at Anton but thankfully he was indeed hidden. It went to the lockers, opened the one next to the one Saracen was in. "You were here, weren't you, you little pig?" It growled, turning away. "I'll kill all you whores." It went towards the door, and Saracen lost sight of it through the slits in the locker, so he stepped out. It was still in the room, and it had heard the locker open. With a squeak of fear, he jumped into the other locker. The Walrider turned around and he held his breath.
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