A Night in Mount Massive (Outlast Fanfiction)

Chapter Eleven

                                              The Courtyard

With our cameras in hand and our night vision on, the three of us walked down the few steps that were here onto the grounds of the asylum. The cold rain pounded down on us, soaking us more than we already were. The wind whipped leaves all around us in every direction as the thunder boomed.

 Even with our night vision, it was still very dark and very hard for us to see, even just a few feet in front of us. We continued to walk forward, stopping at the edge of a fountain. Despite the horrors inside of the asylum, this particular fountain and the outside area seemed to be very orderly and clean, at least it did so far. 

There were benches nearby; and a crack of lightning lit up the sky, startling us and revealing to us a wooden shed down the path where the benches were.

“Let’s go check the shed out.” Miles said, walking down the path. Waylon and I followed behind. We passed the body of a security guard, blood starting to run around him again with the pounding rain. I averted my eyes from him, focusing on the task at hand. When we reached the shed, we all noticed that the door was already open with just a crack. 

“Martin? You in there?” Miles yelled from outside of the door. We waited a moment longer, and still, no answer came. Miles pushed the door open, and the three of us stepped inside, looking around. We could now see that this was just an ordinary tool shed. 

To the left was a metal shelf lined with cans of paint. Directly in front of us was a wooden work area, with tools hanging on the walls above it. To the right, wooden pallets were stacked on top of each other. 

Then, we noticed a golden key hanging on a hook above one of the pallets. Miles grabbed it, studying it as he turned it over in his hands.

“What’s it for?” I asked, nodding at the key.

“It must be for the Maintenance Shed.” Waylon stated, looking at Miles and I.

“Well then, what the hell are we waiting for? Maybe dipshit is in there. Let’s go.” Miles said, and we followed him back out into the storm, trying to find our way to the Maintenance Shed. We kept walking, heading down another brick walkway and passing up another dead guard sitting on a bench. 

Once we reached the end of this walkway, we saw some stairs leading up on a platform, illuminated by the flashing lightning. There were stairs on the platform to the left and to the right, leading to an area accessible by gates. Above the platform was a bloody message: HOW ALIVE ARE YOU? 

“W… What in the actual fuck…” Miles said as he read the message. We all walked up on the platform, and the lightning struck again, revealing what looked to be a document on the ground at Miles’s feet.

“Read it.” I said, stooping down and picking the document up, handing it to him, my teeth chattering against the icy rain and wind. 

“I was planning on it. Blackie, Waylon, both of you, get your asses over here. Hold your damn cameras so that I can see. It’s dark as fuck out here.” Miles stated, and Waylon and I did as we were told, our eyes widening as Miles read the document. 

“I don’t even know your names. But I’ve come to think of you three as my own blood. I hope none of you mind. And I hope none of you indulge the vanity of self-pity, the fear that your suffering is more than others’. We all must endure this, and the three of you are nearly done. There’s no way to Heaven but by the cross. And every man needs another to help drive the nails in. I am here for all of you. I am waiting ahead.”