"Out Of The Fog And Into Hell" Outlast 2 AU

Chapter 3 "House of Sin"

     On the other side of the fence, the fog seemed… thicker. The air that hung around the three felt colder as well. A chilling shiver went straight down their spines as the sharp air bit into their skin. For being Arizona… it’s quite cold. Though, being farther into the valleys, it might be expected to be quite crisp.
     They began once again, their bellies dirty and caked with a layer of cold, wet mud. They look up to see more buildings, though none of them had any hope of anyone being even a sliver of hospitable, not down here, at least.

     Instead of going for the nearby house, they crept around it, opting to stay away from it as much as they can. An eerie silence looms around the three young women, yet they do nothing to halt quietness. As they walked, something seemed to manifest from the grey fog.
     "Do you hate him? God?" A female's harsh, raspy voice rang in the ears of the trio. They all sneered as yet another annoyance that was most likely on the journey to kill the three made itself apparent.
     "Maybe we do, ass-fuck." Sam hisses under her breath, baring her teeth at whoever had spoken.

     Kat and Evie's eyes both darted to their friend, anxiety rising in their being. The tall, black figure continued to creep towards them. Only then did they notice the large pickaxe that was resting on her shoulder.
     “By the crooked knife, Legion fettered every man chained.” She muttered, just loud enough to be heard. She let out an ear piercing shriek as her pace quickened. When the furious scream echoed through the valley, the three took off, valuing their lives more than their pride. Kat and Evie scattered with each other to the house. Kat tried the door, It clattered at her struggles to open it. Evie, on the other hand, slid the window open with the fear of getting her insides ripped out by the head of a pickaxe fueling her actions.

     She jumped into the window, plummeting to the ground beneath her. Kat followed close behind, her eyes wild. 
     “Oh my God… What the-” She let out a scream as the pale, black clad woman glared from the window. Her glassy eyes stared at the two, a scowl prominent on her thin lips.
     “In the book of the lamb’s slain.” She whispered before turning away. The two looked at each other, their eyes filled with unadulterated terror. Getting up, they scuttled far away from the window.

     Sam crept under a horse cart, the mud icy and wet under her hands and knees. Never before had she felt such fear. She had always been one for danger and things of the like, but this was a danger she wasn’t keen on enjoying. 
     Her eyes widened to the size of saucers as two mud covered, pale feet stepped seamlessly into the mud. The woman muttered biblical speech under her breath as she searched for Sam, who was merely trying to not to make a mad dash away from whoever the woman before her was. Sam smacked a palm to her lips as the woman stopped in front of the cart, seeming to listen intently for who had escaped from the judgement of her pickaxe.

     The two were at a standstill, the woman silent and unmoving and Sam just the same.That is until a sudden snap of wood shook the woman from her quiet stance. She continued to patrol, passing the cart. Sam took this moment of opportunity to shoot out from under the cart like a bullet out of the barrel of a gun. Her feet slid against the mud and dirt, but that was the last thing on her mind at the moment.
     Evie and Kat waved at her through the window, catching her attention. Sam leapt into the house, not minding her knees being scraped against the rough wood.
     “Who the hell was that?” She hissed, her blue eyes feral with animalistic fear.

     “That doesn’t matter! We need to get out of here before she comes back!” Evie pulled her friend upward by her arm. Sam glanced over her shoulder to the window, almost expecting the woman to be standing there with her cloaked body and pitch black, messy hair. She nodded, turning back to her friends.
     Finding another cracked open window on the opposite of the house, they climbed out of it and back to the harsh outdoors. They kept going, despite their legs screaming at them to not.
     A fence stood before them, towering above the three. In it, however, was a hole cut into it. Either by wire cutters, or merely being worn away and torn over time, they’d rather not analyze it for any longer than they needed to.