Uprising: An Outlast fanfiction

Log #2: Silent in my Sanity

Warning- graphic descriptions of violence and gore below.

My head was pounding.

At first, I thought it was a simple migraine. I thought I was at home. I thought that I'd fallen out of my bed in the middle of the night, and that I was asleep on the wooden floor of my room. But one thing was off with the whole thing: the warm liquid that was all over the right side of my face.

I woke with a start, immediately wiping whatever was on my face away, looking at the sleeve of my jean jacket to see what it was.

Blood. Blood, and dirt, and vomit.

The smell was overwhelming, and before I knew it, I was leaned over, puking out my guts. After everything was out, I grabbed a sheet, thankfully clean, and wiped off my mouth and face. After I cleaned up, I stood up, despite my legs feeling like jello. I reached for my camera, but it wasn't there.

My camera was nowhere to be seen. Had the mutant taken it? Did someone else take it? Was it still where Miles had been thrown out of the window? The only way to know was to look.

I regained the feeling in my legs, and searched around for an unlocked door. My room lead into a caged area, where several men-or what I thought were men- walked around. One man was bashing his head on a wall. Two others were walking around. Another one had a straight jacket on, and his eyes and mouth covered. They were all mumbling to themselves, all mentioning some type of creature they called the Walrider. Whatever that was.

"There's another one. She's not a patient either."

Two men-who were very naked-stared at me from the other side of the cage.

"I wonder if she's a friend of the other one?"

The other one? Did they mean Miles? Had Miles gone through here?

"The preacher never said anything about a girl."

"Maybe we can kill her."

"I'd like that idea."

"We can give her a running start."

"Just like the other one."

"I want her tongue."

"It's yours."

Terrified, I backed away from the cage, where the men were looking at me sinisterly. I backed into something much worse.

"Little pig alive!"

The mutant grabbed me by the collar of my jean jacket and hoisted me in the air, then threw me back to the cage .

Now both of the naked men were gone. I regained my composure and turned to see the mutant, now armed with a pipe he'd just torn from the wall beside him.

I wasted no time staggering to my feet and running the opposite direction. The mutant screamed in anguish and followed me.

Down the hallway I continued to run, checking for any ways of escape. Finally, I found it. An open vent.

I jumped on the mattress under the vent and clung onto the cover of the vent, pulling myself upward.

The mutant was approaching me faster and faster. With one last bit of strength, I pulled myself into the vent and slammed the cover shut. The mutant glared up at me, huffed, then walked away.

I leaned back against the cold metal of the vent to breathe. I'd escaped the mutant and the guys, all in one piece. Now, I only needed to find Miles and my camera, and we'd both be out of here.