Uprising: An Outlast fanfiction

Log #1: Upon Arrival

WARNING- Graphic descriptions of violence and explicit language are frequent in this chapter.

Normally, I'd enjoy this kind of night. The stars were out, the streets lit up with Halloween decorations. Kids were running around in funny and scary Halloween costumes, my niece and youngest half sister among them.

But I couldn't enjoy this night. Instead of handing out candy like I normally would on Halloween, I would be visiting the hellish Mount Massive Asylum with my work partner Miles Upshur. He and I had been close friends for quite awhile, so when we both received a strange email from a stolen laptop about Mount Massive's abuse toward their patients and testing of sleep therapy, we figured we should both go together to collect as much evidence against this batshit asylum as possible.

A honk from my driveway echoed in my ears. I reached for my jacket and my camcorder and headed outside to Miles' jeep. He smiled nervously at me as I entered the car.

"You ready?" I asked, buckling myself into the passenger seat.

"Not really, but someone's gotta do something about those patients. Who better than us?"

"The amazing duo, finally together again, digging up dirt on the bad guys. Just like the good old days," I smiled, leaning back in the seat. Miles laughed dryly, pulling a flask out from his glove compartment. He took a quick swig, reaching down to put it back when I yelled at him.

"Miles!"

"What?"

"Share!"

He rolled his eyes, handing me the flask. I finished whatever Miles had left in it, throwing it in the glove compartment.

"You're going to be too drunk to even know what's going on, Em," Miles said, clearly disappointed in my drinking habits.

"Miles, relax. I've had a lot to eat. You don't have to worry about me."

"Still, I know how you are with alcohol. One drink and you can't stop. You know what happens after."

"Miles, that hasn't happened in years."

Miles was silent, driving the jeep and listening to the radio. No music was on, but the news was blaring loudly from the partially broken speakers. I stared out of the windshield window. Eventually, I lost any control of keeping my eyes open, and fell asleep .

"Em, wake up, we're here."

Miles gently shook my shoulder as I opened my eyes. The car hadn't stopped, but we were fast approaching a castle like building.

Mount Massive Asylum.

Lightning struck from the black sky, casting a large shadow beneath the asylum. We could both make out the presence of several military trucks beyond the gates.

"It's like Afghanistan all over again," Miles remarked at seeing the trucks. I smiled weakly at the comment, unbuckling as the jeep stopped. After Miles unbuckled and exited the car, I handed him his camcorder and the document of the email we had both received from an anonymous worker of Murkoff.

We trekked toward what seemed to be the entrance of the asylum, only to see that it was locked. Several other front entrances were also locked and blocked off.

"Lets go in the back and see if there's a different way in."

I nodded, jogging to keep up with Miles, who had gone into a full sprint to get to the back of the asylum.