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The Journalist | Miles Upshur

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"Miles, Miles Upshur," he said quietly. "I just came here to investigate, I'm a reporter," though I noticed a spark of hesitation in his tone, I decided to trust him for now. Looks like I'm not the only journalist dumb enough to come here willingly. "And to answer your question, I wish I f*****g knew." He laughed nervously, but it didn't last long. 

"How long have you been in here?" 

"Like thirty minutes max, and I've already been thrown through a window and seen more corpses than a coroner would see in their life." It was weird how he could remain calm as he told me that, I felt for him. I could only hope I wouldn't experience what he already had.

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Decadent by DystopianMilieu

My hand slaps against my mouth as I try to shut myself up. Don't make too much noise...or he'll hear you. A vehicle's door opens then slams shut. I don't hear footsteps...but as the minutes go by I begin to hear them; the footsteps get louder and louder and louder, matching the sound of my thundering heart. That's when I see his shadow cast over the ditch...over the place where I tried to hide. "Well," he says with a smile in his voice. "I wonder where he could've gone...the footprints stop here...so I wonder if he just...disappeared?" My body begins to tremble. I can feel it now. The pain. I can feel the pain already. He jumps down into the ditch...he stands directly in front of me, with his back facing me. My hand presses harder against my mouth as I try to suppress my whimper, but it's way too late now. But his body tenses up when he hears it. He laughs bitterly as he turns around slowly, and his eyes cut through my camouflage easily. "There you are."

The Aftermath at Mount Massive by Lord-Tye

-Cross-post from my Ao3- The Aftermath at Mount Massive is part one of a three part series called Survivors. This part is done. It is a fanfic for the game Outlast, set after the first game/DLC. However, you don't have to know much about the game to jump in. This story follows an independent journalist named Miles Upshur who received an email from a whistleblower, Waylon Park, who worked at Murkoff Psychiatric Systems: Mount Massive. The hospital was supposed to be run as a charity, offering help to those who could not pay, or for those who other hospitals wouldn't accept. However, things weren't as they seemed and Murkoff was using the hospital as a cover for a laboratory where they were performing experiments on humans. The end result of such experiments was the creation of Project Walrider, a bio-nanite parasite that lives inside a human body. Miles stumbles into the facility during a security breach and riot. He manages to survive the night but in doing so becomes infected with the nanites, becoming the new host for Project Walrider. The Aftermath of Mount Massive is about Miles coming to terms with what being the Host means for both his humanity and future. Content Warning: This fic contains blood, gore, cannibalism, a suicide attempt, mild body horror, and language. If you are sensitive to any of those things I suggest not reading. Cover art by: Oyoshima.tumblr.com Cover art was designed specifically for this story on commission and may not be used for any other story.

Stop. (Eyeless Jack x Reader) by Ieatrubbers277353

Following a woman who after cutting off her old life and moving to a small town in rural Wisconsen to start a new, a comical series of events, follows, fuled by pettiness and spite, leading her down a spiral of madness and the paranormal. This is a story of comical shenanigans, revenge, fantasies, and grizzly revelations. Ok, so yall know the drill with the whole (Y/N), (S/C), (E/C), etc. I'd also like to note that I'm dyslexic so sorry for any errors in the writing of the story. There is also profanity, more mature content, mention of mental health issues, gore, cannibalism (obviously), a few explicet jokes here and there, in this so reader you have been warned. You're a young adult woman who has recently just moved to a small town in the middle of nowhere. Unfortunately for you, this town just so happened to be next to a cursed forest with entities that often put you in danger. But you end up making out with one of the hot ones, so it's ok 👍 Also, this is a bit of a slow burner. Thought I'd just mention that

Now or Later by InactiveQueen

"Harry, don't walk away from me when I am trying to talk to you! You can not just get into a bitch fit when i am in the middle of a fucking meeting! I had to kill that guy because he saw your face!" Harry jerked away from Louis' hold, turning away from him "You said you would do a lot of fucking things. It has been weeks, baby. I get it okay. You are nervous. " Louis pulled at his shirt sarcastically giggling "Harry, nervous? HA! You think I am fucking nervous? I am terrified, Aloe! The people I deal with don't care about anything. They see you as a weakness, a way to get to me! They see you and they take you and put a fucking bullet in your head. They send that shit to me and to them, Harry, it is any old Tuesday!" -- Or an Au where morals aren't ethical, truths are lies, and love hurts. But not as much as a bullet to the buttcheck, no that hurts worse.

Day X =[Editing/Reposting]= by RypsyNigh

"A lot has been lost...mostly hope..." "Not sure how much more madness I can take...." "....I ate someone...." The KLIA military base was one of the last safe zones in the area. It was built to withstand nuclear warfare, so all those within knew they were in the safest place they'd ever find. A sudden outbreak, starting in the lab, spreads and the survivors soon find out just how safe they were kept. How do you run from something inside? What once protected them in silence, now traps them in an uproar. Being rewritten.

* ✘𝑻𝑰𝑳𝑳 𝑫𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑯 𝑫𝑶 𝑾𝑬 𝑷𝑨𝑹𝑻✘ * by Whisper_Dreams

"𝑰 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈" Retired. One word. That's what she was, for 13 years with no desire to go back to her old lifestyle. She was done cleaning the dark crimson blood of those who wronged society and the world- from her hands. She was done looking through a circular lense laying tummy first on a dirty roof, waiting for the magic word to blow the brains out of the one person who committed the crimes. Kira Volkov spent to many years devoting her life to a job that didn't nor couldn't guarantee an 100% chance of coming home alive. She knew the risks, weighed the pro's and con's of how something like this could play out and even thought it through. But when one has nothing to live for, their decisions and life choices aren't the most ideal to a lot of people. .·:*¨ ✘♚✘ ¨*:·. .·:*¨ ✘♚✘ ¨*:·. Kira Volkov was retired, her name passed on and used for many rookies who took on the job thinking it'd be a breezy but doable walk in the park on a summer day with cake falling from the sky. So young, failing to realize that this type of life isn't glamours. Which is why, years later, after so much time of being alone- she comes across a familiar face and now suddenly she's standing in-front of her old gear wondering. If this lifestyle wasn't glamorous,why was it hard to give up? 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐨 In which, two mercenary's learn to love again through the chaos of the world. TYLER RAKE X FEM OC Extraction 1-2 Slow burn

The Torment by Ray_hates_it

December twentieth is the day I remember being brought into the asylum for the first time. Like any typical psychopath, I screamed. I cried. I remember snatching the nurse's hair until she screamed and I was slapped into unconsciousness and thrown into the room. The only difference? I wasn't a psychopath. For the first few days, I would cry maniacally upon hearing any nurse go by, to catch one's attention and tell her that I wasn't insane. "That's exactly what an insane person would say" They said, unbothered and it was as if my fate rested in the mouldy walls of the Asylum. And I soon realized that there was no use fighting for my life now .Which brings me to the present day, another one that I'll mark in history with red. The day I met him.

MARACLEA••• (Nigel Colbie x reader) by whore4morpheus

raised in a church her entire life, y/n yearned for adventure outside of stupid acts for a simple rush of adrenaline. she wanted to run from cops, steal, drink, party, and have sex. she wanted a life worth living, and that was granted once Nigel came and ruined her and her brother's lives. it was worth it. she wanted to be his, and he wanted her to be his Maraclea. (IK HE IS A PSYCHO MURDERER, BUT OML I LOVE TOM STURRIDGE AND NIGEL IS SO FINE I COULD RANT FOR DAYS!) -ALSO THERE IS LITERALLY 1 SINGULAR STORY ON THIS SEXY MURDER FREAK SMUT WARNING 18+ (IK Y'ALL 14 YR OLDS OUT THERE IDC IF U READ😭) ANGST VIOLENCE GORE ETC

Release Me by anna_rose01

Highest ranked- #10 in action 2/16/2017 A promotion. That's all I wanted. I didn't want to run for my life. I didn't want to be kidnapped. I didn't want to face death. I didn't want to find out my whole life was a lie. I just wanted a bloody promotion. Guess fate had other plans? **** The cold air fanned over my face as I opened the door. The exit door lead to the back of the building so it was pitch black. I leaned against the wall trying to control myself. Blood was running down my arm and head. My hair was stuck to my face from all the sweat and blood. Everything was spinning around me and the ground seemed like it was shaking. Groaning I sat down and put my head on my knees. He knows who I am. He knows how I look like. He knows where I work so possible knows where I live. I am not safe anymore... no where. While I was in my own world I heard faint sounds behind me but I didn't bother to look or run away. The footsteps got closer and I was pretty sure it was Walker's men. I should run. I should try to fight. But what's the point in trying to run away? He would eventually find me and if he has his way he would most likely kill me. If this is my fate then why am I trying to fight it? I felt someone harshly grab my waist and pull me up and I complied. They dragged me down the alley and into the busy street. I heard the opening of a car and the next thing I knew I was being thrown into a car. My head hit the hard leather seat and the door shut behind me. Maybe this is how my life will end. Maybe I should just let it happen. Maybe I was destined to die alone as a no one. With that I let the darkness consume me.

Spree (Kurt Kunkle x Fem Reader) by KingSpacey

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Decadent

My hand slaps against my mouth as I try to shut myself up. Don't make too much noise...or he'll hear you. A vehicle's door opens then slams shut. I don't hear footsteps...but as the minutes go by I begin to hear them; the footsteps get louder and louder and louder, matching the sound of my thundering heart. That's when I see his shadow cast over the ditch...over the place where I tried to hide. "Well," he says with a smile in his voice. "I wonder where he could've gone...the footprints stop here...so I wonder if he just...disappeared?" My body begins to tremble. I can feel it now. The pain. I can feel the pain already. He jumps down into the ditch...he stands directly in front of me, with his back facing me. My hand presses harder against my mouth as I try to suppress my whimper, but it's way too late now. But his body tenses up when he hears it. He laughs bitterly as he turns around slowly, and his eyes cut through my camouflage easily. "There you are."