Uprising: An Outlast fanfiction

Log #6: Return of Chris Walker

3rd Person POV
"Em, go!"

Miles called out to Emily. Em, overwhelmed with fear, shoved the heavy grate aside and ran through the door, sparing Miles one last terrified look. Miles continued to put up a fight against Trager until he was sure that Em had made it somewhere safe.

Miles placed his hands down, allowing Trager to hit him a few more times before falling to the ground, faking an unconscious state. Trager, pleased with his own work, giggled and made a snide remark before striding off, gigantic scissors in hand.

Miles waited to be sure that Trager was gone before removing the key he had snatched from Trager's grimy apron.

Douche bag couldn't even tell I was taking keys from him, yet he expects to kill me easily? Miles thought cockily, placing the keys back into his pocket and standing. He had to find Em, and get out of this hell on earth, now.

Grabbing his camcorder, he flipped it open to record more evidence.

He opened the door that Em had unblocked earlier, checking around to spot any variants that may have been lurking around and waiting for him.

Just as Miles had hoped, the coast was clear. He proceeded through the door cautiously, carefully shutting the door behind him. He continued down the hallway, constantly checking for Variants and Trager.

He stopped at a curve in the hallway, listening for any sounds to indicate where Emily would be. To his fear, he heard nothing.

He trudged down the hallway faster, hoping for any signs of her to show up. Miles' trudging soon transformed into a heavy sprint.

The silence, thick enough to slice with a knife, was driving him insane. He collapsed to the ground, cringing as his impact made a loud bang, surely to attract something.

It was then that he realized the puddle of blood he had landed in, and the not so distant voice of a male down a nearby hall.

Shit.

Miles rose to his feet, hiding in a dark corner from whatever was coming toward him. As it approached him, the sound of deep humming sent chills down Miles' spine.

He'd met this patient already.

Miles cowered in the corner, making himself smaller and hopefully less visible to the intimidating killer. This killer, unlike the patients and Variants who currently still ran amok, still had human tendencies. That was, when he wasn't raping other patients and amputating their genitals to transform them into women. Miles' genitals had been on the line two times tonight, and as Gluskin approached him once again, Miles prayed that they wouldn't be on the line for a third.

However, as Gluskin advanced forward and completely looked past him, Miles noticed the disheveled and blood splattered blonde hair belonging to the person Eddie was carrying. Miles knew that hair from anywhere, and the ruined flannel and jean jacket were enough to strengthen his idea of who it was.

Miles watched, helplessly, as Emily was taken away.

Guilt overcame him, and by the time his "fight and save Em" sense kicked in, it was too late. Gluskin had turned down another hallway in the maze that was Mount Massive.

Miles flipped his camcorder shut.

Miles was alone. Completely and utterly alone. The feeling made his stomach churn. He hadn't been alone like this since years ago, right before he joined the company where he met Em.