Outlast

Let The Terror Begin!

"Goddamnit. Now I gotta find another way inside," Miles said, and he moved towards the right side of the building. Not surprisingly, both gates on the right side were locked, so he went to the left side, internally cheering when he spotted a gap in a gate. Miles crouched, crawling through it, before straightening up. Spying a ladder, Miles hurried over to it, climbed it, and made his way over to an open window.

The second he hurled himself inside, the lightbulb burst, flooding the room with darkness. Miles raised his camcorder, and turned the night vision on. Miles looked around the room, shocked. It looked like a tornado had swept through. Blood was smeared on the floor as well as the walls; shattered glass was everywhere; and the chairs, couch, and bookshelves were all overturned. The scene was chaotic, with no sign of life in sight. Miles felt a chill run down his spine as he felt like he was being watched.

Miles made his way over to the door, left the room, and entered the room on the opposite side of the hall when he noticed a barrier blocking his way. Miles went over to the door, gasping in fright, when a hissing static noise filled the air. Miles looked around wildly before his eyes landed on the TV, which had turned on by itself.

"Jesus, that scared the shit outta me," Miles said, and he left the room. Miles squeezed through a gap, gulping when he saw blood smeared on the floor and walls. Curiously, Miles tried opening a door, only to find out that it was locked, and he frowned.

Suddenly, a terrified voice rang out. "We didn't choose this. Why should we have to pay for it? Why do we have to die? Walker will kill us all just for being sick. We're still people...We didn't choose this!" The voice said, making Miles frown deeper. Who the fuck is Walker? Miles thought before he wandered into the first open room he saw, hoping to find something of use, and he did. Miles grinned victoriously when he spotted a battery, and picked it up, shoving it into his pocket. Seeing nothing else useful, Miles left the room, and walked down the hall, freezing in place when a bathroom door squeaked shut and locked.

After a moment, Miles cautiously entered the opposite room, and glanced over to his left, immediately frowning in disgust when he saw what looked to be an intestine sitting next to an open can of soda. But he did go over and pick up the battery lying next to it. Miles turned around, and spotted an open vent. With no other choice, Miles walked over to it, and heaved himself inside. The vent was tight and dusty, but Miles was just glad he was able to fit.

Miles crawled forward, nearly screaming, when he saw a man wearing some type of uniform burst through the door. "Not you, not again," the man wailed before turning on his heel and running off, shutting the door behind him. Miles continued crawling through the vent, his heart pounding with fear and confusion. As he reached an opening, Miles dropped down, immediately noticing he was in Administration.

Walking over to a door with a sign that signified it as the library, and he opened the door. The second he did, a headless body covered in blood dropped to the floor, causing Miles to scream and stumble backwards in shocked fright. As he stared at the body in wide-eyed horror, Miles noticed that the blood was still fresh, making him realize that person was just recently killed.

Miles slowly entered the library, carefully stepping over the dead body, and raised his camcorder, flicking the night vision on so he could see. As he stumbled forward, Miles noticed the shelves of books in disarray, scattered across the floor. The room smelled of copper and decay, the metallic tang of blood mixing with the musty scent of old pages. Miles's heart pounded in his chest as he realized that something sinister had taken place in this once serene library.