Outlast: The Novel

by milesupshur without a paddle

Miles Upshur sets into Mount Massive Asylum and quickly realises the horrors within. Review please so I can make my next chapter better. Also working on a Whistleblower novel, it will be so good you're mind will be blown.

1. Chapter 1: The Horrors that Await

"Outlast" the Novel by Miles Upshur

CHAPTER 1: MOUNT MASSIVE ASYLUM

"The department of agriculture Commissioner Salazar said changing weather patterns were to blame for livestock behaviour, and encouraged ranchers and breeders to attend this weekend's seminar on Beula Avenue in Pueblo.

This was so frustrating. Why couldn't I change the damn radio station? I loved my Jeep I was driving don't get me wrong, but it always has this problem sometimes. I was stuck on some farmers radio on FM 107.9 that was boring the hell out of me now. Not only that, but I was running low on petrol and my engine oil seemed a little too high.

AUTHOR NOTE

I am Miles Upshur, and I am writing this story about Mount Massive Asylum, the wrongs of Murkoff, and my glorious night in hell. I hate remembering it as I am now scarred for life pretty much. But this isn't a joke. This was real. I think. And very disturbing. If you haven't seen my video file of this event in my website, I must tell you how disturbed you'll be when you watch it. The video is so extreme I thought I'd write this novel so I could reveal the truth about Murkoff without giving people nightmares.

I had received an email from an anonymous source, giving me a tip about the wrong-doings of the Murkoff Corporation and Mount Massive Asylum. Mount Massive was closed amid government scandal in 1971, due to the C.I.A doing illegal experiments on patients using dream therapy. It was reopened by Murkoff in 2009, but I think it is the C.I.A in disguise, as the email said something about dream therapy going too deep. I did my research on Murkoff and printed out the pages I had researched from, along with the email; and put all the paper in a bright blue folder with the word: "CONFIDENTIAL" written on it.

I didn't know at the time, but Murkoff was torturing the patients, as they had created a being of nanotechnology called the "Walrider", and they placed the patients in their machine called "The Morphogenic Engine" and when the patients were tortured enough and had watched enough of the engine, they were placed in the main engine as only a human that had witnessed enough horror could activate the engine and control the Walrider. At the time that was Billy Hope. But of course I didn't know that. But I would towards the end.

I continued down the muddy road and thought about my suspicions about the C.I.A's Project Paperclip, the email the person had sent me and what this all meant.

"And if you're out late tonight you may see some low-flying helicopters near Silverthorne and Leadville." A pause. "And it seems the Arapaho park services will be spraying for an infestation of box elder bugs."

As if anyone cared about these park services. The helicopters sounded interesting though. But the radio rambled on. The voice sounded more bored than I was.

But I wasn't bored any more. Down an even more muddy curved road full of bare trees and long grass, I could make out a huge building. Was that my destination? It had been quite a long drive here so I wasn't sure. Then I remembered the picture of the asylum when I had tried to research it. I say tried as the details were very limited and shady. Yep, this was my destination. They weren't fucking kidding, this place really was goddamn massive. It looked way more bigger than on the photo.

The sun was setting, it was about 8:34 at night. It was September 17th, 2013. The road ahead was misty and I could make out a few lights on in the asylum.

I was approaching it more closely now. As soon as I took the curve the radio signal cut off really unexpectedly. Why? After a while, I realised it must be a jammer seeing how shady this place was. I was ecstatic to be uncovering a top-secret government story type shit. I packed a night-vision camera to help me sneak in and a blue pen and notepad to help keep track of my feelings and the story as it progressed. I found it helpful to take notes and look back on the notes while writing a story. A bit like revision for an exam as a young adult. To be fair, I was 23. I never had luck with the ladies despite my good-looking spiky hair and sense of style with my brown coat jeans and trainers. How arrogant I was back then?

As I continued the path still persisted with long grass, boulders and small, bare trees; and became less muddy but with more gravel, and you could hear the gravel crunching under my tires of my old red Jeep. I think I could make out the asylums gates.

I continued down the path for a brief while until I saw a abrupt left turn and the headlights flashed onto the bronze sign surrounded by brick. I didn't expect that turn, but it was very misty. The weather forecast for this area was foggy and a mountain storm coming in at around 11. The glaring bronze sign read: 'Mount Massive Asylum.'

I couldn't wait, but this place did look a bit creepy. When I took my turn on the left I could see some opened gates, a barrier, another set of gates and the building. I pushed my head forward a bit and squinted. Why were they wide open?

I drove up to the front guard station and swerved quickly to park. There was another barrier ahead of that on the right-hand lane and a lot of crisp autumn leaves on the concrete ground. I paused for a minute. Was there a guard here to 'welcome' me? I had identification, and my I.D tag clipped on my inner mirror. It was a 'Press Official' card which held my Colorado Report License, my I.D number which was: '1496' and it had my agency name: 'INDEPENDENT', the year of issue, my name and signature, that I had signed myself when I took the job at VIRA-leaks. I might have to hide the camera, the batteries and my folder, though. They might ask about that. I was an investigative reporter, and was always getting my ass into these stories I shouldn't and ones no other journalist would dare dig into. It was weird there was no guard, but it was good as I could just sneak in. I wondered if I just left my Jeep here, no-one would think anything of it.

I put the keys and turned the ignition off. I stupidly left my car keys in the ignition though, which was one of my biggest mistakes off this story so far. Others involved actually getting locked in that horrible place, one with a fire, and another involving three lunatics, the sewers and a dumbwaiter. But more on that later on.

The dim lights on the car turned on. I pointed my head towards my research confidential folder thing, my camera with night-vision and the camera's batteries, I had two, one for the camera to start off with, and a spare one in case it run out. I heard the night-vision drained a lot of batteries, and I needed to have a camcorder with one as I was sneaking in at night so I would avoid getting caught. I picked up the folder with my right hand, it was sort of a light blue and white at the same time.

I flicked through the printed web-pages and found the email that I had also printed out. I pulled it out and read it.

September 17, 2013

From: 10260110756

To: milesupshur

Subject: TIP / Illegal Activity at Murkoff Psychiatric Systems

You don't know me. Have to make this quick. They might be monitoring.

I did 2 weeks of software consult at MURKOFF Psychiatric Systems' facilities in Mount Massive. All sorts of NDA's I am very much breaking right now but seriously, fuck those guys.

Terrible things happening here. Don't understand it. Don't believe half the things I saw. Doctors talking about dream therapy going too deep, finding something that had been waiting for them in the mountain. People are being hurt and Murkoff is making money.

I needs to be exposed.

What did this mean? I sure as hell wanted to find out.

I threw the folder in the left back seat behind me. I then reached with my right hand the batteries and put them in my left hand, and one of the batteries in my inside coat pocket.

I loaded the camcorder with the single battery, it was a Spatlin brand, a 'HOO Night View' edition. I pressed the on button after loading it and it made a loud 'pleep' as I did so.

It was filled with different gadgets I couldn't understand. I had tried to read the instruction booklet, but the only thing I could understand was that the R3 button controlled the NV.

It cost a good three-hundred dollars, but it would probably be made up for in the profit.

I knew a lot of money was too be made from this. It was a government story after all, and was probably going to give me fame. I couldn't wait, but that was if the project was successful. I didn't want to end up in federal prison, and have my company destroyed.

It was this company that needed destroying, and not my bosses'. I had a surprisingly good relationship with my (female) boss, which was good, and I wasn't going to end it now.

I opened the visor and noticed the night-vision was on. I pressed the R3 button just like the instruction booklet said, and turned it off almost as soon as I raised it to my face. It was functioning okay, I checked the zoom by zooming in on my 'Press Official' I.D card. The audio worked to, but it did make everything look slightly brown, but it didn't matter.

I turned the night-vision on to check and put my camera in my pocket. I exited the jeep and the door make a loud 'CLUNK' in the process of opening. Slowly I landed on my feet and look up at the huge asylum, I could make out a flash of lightning from the storm in the mountain.

The fresh mountain air was amazing. Raindrops and the smell of autumn air. I breathed in a large breath and sighed. The crisp leaves crunched and the autumn chill was in the air. In Colorado, the climate was extreme, very hot summers and extremely cold winters. Yesterday it was sweltering, and the abrupt change in climate on one day of autumn happened this time of year. I was used to it, I lived in the state my whole life. Fuck global warming.

My shadow was very long seeing as it was very late evening. I decided to explore some more, and entered the empty guard house. It had some shopping lists, reminders on

post-it notes and a kids drawing, so I was guessing the guard had a family. The phone line was cut off and was playing the 'no-signal' music. That didn't seem right and first, but then I quickly disregarded it for some reason, I was too ignorant at the time way back then.

As soon as I exited the guard station the main front gates beyond my Jeep shut with a loud crash. Damn it! Did someone know I was here? Why hadn't I seen anyone yet?

I continued my path and opened the right-hand side gate just beyond the second barrier, next to the second pair of gates. They were separate. It was chilly out here and I shivered.

The gate opened with a creak. I walked a little bit more and came across a garden. It had different bushes, a path with stones, some grass and a lamp, but the garden wasn't in use. I put my camera out and zoomed in on the place. I think I captured a figure in the window, but

I can't be sure.

I got my blue pen and notepad out, I flipped it open and started writing. Again, it was good to look back on my notes and feelings when I was writing my article, I found it helped me write it. I wrote this down:

'I start feeling sick just looking at this place. Mount Massive Asylum, shut down amid scandal and government secrecy in 1971, reopened by Murkoff Psychiatric Systems in 2009 under the guise of a charitable organisation. Cell phone reception cut off abruptly a mile out, more like a jammer than lost signal. The Murkoff Corporation has a long track record of disguising profit as charity. But never on American soil. Whatever they thought they could get out of this place has to be big. Might finally be the story that breaks the bastards.'

I couldn't wait to see this company being absolutely demolished. I was finally covering a story that was important.

As I continued up the pathway of concrete steps, I noticed amidst the leaves whirling around, military vehicles, and what looked like the main entrance. What the fuck? Why were the military here? Where were the militants? So many unanswered questions I was to find out soon.

I walked past the vehicles towards the main entrance. I obviously couldn't just waltz into there. I tried nevertheless, but the doors seemed to be locked tight. I sighed. How was I going to get in? The doors had a couple of windows on either side and a small letterbox or buzzer thingy. All the curtains were shut and more leaves were scattered on the floor.

I pondered what all of this meant, and went back into the garden's path. Then I noticed to my left and gate with a hole in it. How the fuck did it get there? I realised I could work that out later, and this was a possible way in. I sprinted quickly in case any personnel, Murkoff or otherwise would see me, I would be fucked.

When I approached there a panted slight and ducked down. I could make out a light blue door above some steps, some scaffolding, windows with the lights on and bushes. I made my way towards the door first, but that to was locked. This was frustrating. An owl hooted in the distance, yet more leaves whirled around and the sun was setting. It was getting dark now.

When I turned my head I realised there was a fountain in the yard, it was more well-kept than the first garden near the main entrance. With my camera I zoomed inwards and noticed an empty window, and by empty I mean it was without the glass panel. The must have been changing the glass, and this explained the scaffolding. This was my way in!

Four lights were on in the lower floor windows, but only one light was on in the first floor. Not that it mattered anyway. I passed the fountain and some bushes, and made my way to the ladder.

I started to climb, each time my foot hit the bars while climbing it made loud

high-pitched 'CLINK' and 'CLUNK' noises. I hauled myself up and looked around. I could only go right, going left would get me nowhere. I was facing right up to the window, and moved out of it's way quickly, hoping no-one would open the curtains. I look a sharp turn to the right, and saw another turn to the right, and a wooden slope. There was a gap in my way though, so I jumped over the small gap grunting slightly. I continued and took the turn, I went up the wooden slope and noticed another wooden panel laid straight out. I realised I could climb up more towards the empty window with help of the slope. I grabbed onto the metal bar above me and pulled myself up towards the next level of scaffolding, grunting again in the process.

Left was a dead end again, so I had to go right the third time. This time my path was two single and thin wooden panels. It looked unsafe, but I went anyway, but my heart did stop when I heard it creak. Some bird was making weird noises I never heard a bird make before, humming and clunking. It might have been a new species or something.

I took a left and went down that path, I was nearly at the window. The panels got thicker and when I reached the empty window, I turned and then I pulled myself inwards, I noticed a stained carpet, and some upturned chairs, and a sofa pulled up towards the fireplace. That defiantly wasn't right, maybe this area was abandoned after a patient wrecked havoc or some shit. I couldn't bare the change from mountain air to the musty damp smell of something. I could also smell copper - or blood. Yet another question that needed an answer. The clock read 8:45.

As soon as my feet hit the ground, the light flickered and went out. Again, why? I turned on the NV so I could see my way around, it was dark as fuck!

I made my way through the creepy-ass room and found a door. I opened it and came across a room named A218. It was a little brighter here, but still pretty dim and had a horrible musty smell. I couldn't go left or right, as they were both blocked off, so I had to continue into the room. I made my way in ignoring the creaking floorboards and noticed a few things. I saw a few seemingly uncomfortable armchairs, some curtains with the wind blowing them around, a couch, a coffee table and a TV. There were also some bookcases and a picture of a priest.

There seemed to be a lot of drawings and paintings around this place, I found.

When I walked around the room the TV turned on screeching suddenly, startling me a bit. The TV was just showing static, a dead channel. What was going on here? It gave me a headache just watching it.

A clock read 9:04. Time couldn't have gone that quick. It must have been broken.

When I exited the room, I saw a room named room A215, but it was boarded up. This didn't seem right. On the right of me I saw stacks of shelves with what looked like old books dumped on the floor. What the fuck happened here? On my left I saw yet more furniture, but this pile I could probably squeeze through. There was a filing cabinet, and some shelves with white boxes which read 'Classified' in small blue letters. I grunted again slightly and moved out of the tiny space and turned around facing the narrow corridor with a ceiling fan in it.

The corridor had that stale smell to it, and the walls were ripped, there was blood bullet holes, burn marks. What happened at this part of the asylum? Before I continued down there I thought I would explore some more. I recorded every bit of it.

I ducked into a small room, where there was a blue swivel chair, a desk with a computer on it, and a filing cabinet underneath. It may have been a quaint little office area once. What became of the person that worked here? The 'no signal' tone for the phone played again.

The filing cabinet had it's top drawer open. It was filled with stacks of unorganised paper, and a battery on top. It was strange, but I took it as the NV drains a lot of battery, I heard.

I shoved it into my inside coat pocket with the other battery and moved on. There was a lamp by the blue computer monitor, to, I noticed. It had a window with half-drawn curtains and a trash can underneath to.

As I got into the corridor, I took note of a cracked frame with a picture on it, it said 'TEAMWORK' on it, but the rest was unreadable. It must have been a certificate of some sort. There seemed to be a fuck-load of posters, picture and paintings around here. Why was it cracked? What happened here? I was determined to find out.

Down the corridor I saw a sign saying room A214, there was blood everywhere. I opened the door, it made a loud creak as it did so. It was quite dark in here, the 'no signal' tone on the phone was getting on my nerves now. It was another blue swivel chair, with a desk, lamp and computer, but they didn't seem to be in use. I could make out a bright blue folder, it was the same confidential folder I brought with me. I grabbed the folder as it might help in a lawsuit or something. The musty smell was awful. I went outside into the corridor so I could read it. My camera had seven eights of battery left, which was good.

I flicked through the folder, it was all blank pages. I sighed until I came across a full-blown stapled two-paged document with official writing on it. It looked important, so I read it.

MURKOFF PSYCHIATRIC SYSTEMS

PROJECT WALRIDER

Mount Massive CO

Case Number: 174

Patient Initials: WPH, "Billy"

Consultation Dated: 2012.10.14

Initial Date of Patient Consult: 2009.04.12

Patient Age: 19

Gender: Male

Observing Physician: Dr. Carl Houston (DBNR)

THERAPY STATUS:

Patient claims to have progressed to self-directed lucid dream states. MORPHOGENIC ENGINE activity observed at unprecedented scale. Continuing stage 4 hormone schedule.

DIAGNOSTICS:

Spirometry revealed no bronchial accumulation.

Hematocrit centrifuge again failed to separate erythrocytes. Highly worrisome.

MRI revealed arhythmic REM/NREM cycle. Laughter in NREM cycle.

INTERVIEW NOTES:

Billy asked about the status of his mother's lawsuit against Murkoff and the asylum. This represents a catastrophic breach in security, despite Billy's claims he had discovered the truth "in the blood dreams of Doctor Trager." (Note: the only Trager on company records, one Richard Trager, is an executive from M.R.D.) All orderlies and security personnel must be questioned and video security improved to include analytical biometrics.

MURKOFF PSYCHIATRIC SYSTEMS PROJECT WALRIDER

Mount Massive CO

What the fuck did this all mean? I couldn't understand about 35% of these words. I knew that REM meant dreaming of some kind. They also mentioned something about lucid dreaming. What did 'the blood dreams of Doctor Trager' mean? Was this what they meant by dream therapy? My 'mysterious' contact could have of explained all the science to me, but he was probably bring monitored as he said, he didn't have time. I needed to research some more. Who was my contact and what became of him? What would Murkoff do to him if they found out about the email? Had they found out? I could never know, because he used a secure email gateway called MuteMail, it was impossible to contact him back now.

I sighed.

I moved down the corridor past a row of radiators on my right. There were three doors, one was a blurred glass door in front of me, dead ahead, the other on my left was left open ajar, it looked like a bathroom, and the one on my right was wide open but I couldn't tell what the room was about.

When I walked further the door on my left closed slowly with a creak. Umm...well, I obviously couldn't go in there, who ever was in there would probably arrest me or beat me or something. I crept slowly into the door on my right, it looked as if the glass door was locked.

When I walked in I saw that the left hand side of the room had a sink, and a sign saying something about washing hands regularly. On the right-hand side, were cola machines, a chair next to the vending machines, a table with lots of wooden planks on it covered in fresh blood, above that was a vent opening loose in it's screws. Beyond that were a couple of bins, a turned up stool, a stool laying on it's side, and a potted plant. I walked up the slopes and turned my head and my line of sight up to the ventilation opening, swinging up and down, blood dripping from it. This worried me. There was also blood dripping from the ceiling, and then a loud crash, like a big bongo drum. I didn't need to be here any more. I didn't have much choice but to clamber up into the vent.

It was pretty dark in this vent. I decided to turn on the NV. I couldn't go right, I had to go left, as the right was blocked off. I crept through the vent, it was full of cobwebs. As I made my way through the vent a heard a noise. It was my creaking, but a door opening. Nervous, I made my way through the vent and prayed the guard wouldn't hear me.

But it wasn't a guard. As I went through the vent towards the light, and wether I turned my head to see who it was, as there was a small window-like thing; I could see through the metal bars a slightly dark figure. He looked right up at me into, the vent, we made eye contact. Oh shit.

"Oh god." The person exclaimed. "Oh god." He exclaimed again, more worried.

"No, no, no, no" he ran back off into the bathroom, crying and sobbing; locking the door behind him. At least the walls had nice tiles...

...

I thought for a while. That was definitely a patient. He was obviously very disturbed.

Why was he wondering around here? Was he the cause of the blood and mess? Did they abandon this area to leave him alone when he got out? Did they know where he was?

Fuck, there were so many fucking questions!

I made my way through the creaky vent, there was yet another cobweb at the ending. I dropped down on the floor, nearly hitting the light; the way I came out of already lost it's vent opening it was now laying on the carpet beneath me. Why? Fuck all of this. I looked around my surroundings. To the right of me was a door, and through the door's window I could make out some segregation gates, and tables and chairs stacked against the side. Again, why? So many "why's" for everything in this place. Everything about this seemed so off. I swear I even saw a figure on the other side of the glassed in upper floor, on that side was some blood, and a painting? I took a shallow breath. There was a two huge chandeliers on the top of the lower floor, if that made sense, so I was looking directly at them at the same level. The thick plexiglass windows caged me in the upper floors. It was a large loop, a lot of wood in this area to. I looked down. It was quite blurry, but I could make out a desk and possibly the front entrance and a front desk reception type shit. Both of the chandeliers glazed brightly, through the windows. On the right, were some stacked up tables and desks. I made my way to the next door, it was wooden like the others. They might have some useful documents in the library. No-one would catch me reading as no-one was here to do so. But not a single bit of that seemed right. Where was everybody? I swore to myself, that the next thing I saw that looked even slightly out of place, I was leaving the fuck out of here and starting the lawsuit. I had recorded enough, I think; and had enough documents to bring this place to the ground. I was nearly there, the sign said 'Library' and the door was left ajar.

I didn't like this place very much. The next thing I saw that looked at all or even slightly wrong...I would...

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! HOLY SHIT! OH MY GOD, WHAT THE FUCK? THAT WAS ENOUGH! THAT'S WHERE I DRAW THE LINE!

That's exactly what I thought after I opened the library and saw a decapitated body swing right at me. I screamed and put up my arms in a defensive reflex action move thing.

That had fucking done it! I felt so sick, I thought I would throw the fuck up. It (the head) was gone, it was so fucking disgusting I...ugh. It was a Murkoff scientist, the person's badge read. It hung from the ceiling, a pool of blood was underneath it, probably was his blood as his head was gone, and was going from his shoes. The light went out, and then his body dropped down near a shelve. Books were scattered all over the floor too. Above his shoulders was just read muscle. Oh my...god. For all I know that was my contact.

Wha- where did his head go? Who caused that amount of gore? Of course that wasn't the most goriest thing I was to see. I didn't want to stick around any longer. The...patients had escaped. Without a doubt. Was it the patient I saw run into the bathroom? Did he cut the head off? With a knife? And if he was such a threat, then why was he scared of me so? Maybe that was a good thing. I still held my own promise this place was just abandoned years ago, but no-one dared come back because of the patient and left him to die there, but saw he was still alive and never came back. Did he live off human? Ugh.

Then why was his blood fresh?

I don't know how many lies I told myself that night, how much I made up.

But it was too much.

I reached for the vent. I did. I tried. I really tried. But I couldn't. I honestly couldn't reach, no matter how hard I tried. So I was locked the fuck in here? I would just find another way out, it was fine. Just press on.

Only my only direction was through the library. The dark, awful-smelling library. I decided if I wanted to get out, to just go that way. I gulped. I was going to have to get out of this. That was when I officially hated this place.

It was so dark in the library. I shuddered when I looked at the body. I decided to man up and carry on, get out. A majority of the books were fallen on the floor. Come on, be a man.

It was just that one body.

But I was soon to be proved wrong. As I made my way through the library, right by the window, was another headless body; hanging. A couple of shelves on the right were upturned, some of their books lost completely. I was using the camera's NV to guide through. I shuddered at the body and turned right. More shelves stacked like a maze, a large plank of wood in front of me. Were those...oh my god...heads? Was someone collecting heads here? What the fuck? How were they removed?

There shelves were, again, stacked like a maze to get through. More blood, bodies, burn marks. Another plank of wood rested from he top of the shelves. More bodies, more heads, more planks of wood.

After wandering around in shock and nausea for a while, I turned and stood in disbelief. There was a soldier, an M.H.S cop impaled on a pole, loads of guts and other body parts beneath him. Lungs, stomachs, diaphragms. There was so much blood to.

Trying not to stare, I crept through the pool of blood. There was a window shining some moonlight through the opened window curtain into room, so I turned off the NV to conserve, I had about five sixths of battery left, which was good; and I had a spare one...but...

I decided not to disturb a man resting in what I personally wouldn't call 'peace'. But then I found out he was alive! He saw me and his eyes blinked and twitched. He was coming back from the dead! Was I hallucinating?! I gave a hoarse gasp and led out his arm, reaching I the air. I was in such disbelief now, if I wasn't earlier. I dropped his arms down, and tried to mutter something. Even though he had a pole in his throat, he still managed to speak and stay alive, which I found remarkable. He gurgled and, in a hoarse voice, he spoke to me, coughing. Behind him the shelves were filled with heads, all kinds of ones, too.

"They killed us." He gurgled. He had his left arm on the pole, holding a fist on the other.

Us? The M.H.S team? They were specially trained killers with guns? Shotguns, assault rifles, all of that. Who were they? The patients.

"They got out. The Variants." He said.

So that was what the patients of the asylum were called? Right. It was like he knew exactly what I was about to say. So the patients were out, after all, Miles. Stop trying to kid yourself.

"You can't fight them." He continued.

At the 'them' he dragged the word out slightly, gurgling even more, and trying to reach out again. What was he trying to reach for?

His arms drooped back down again, and he kept on.

"You have to hide."

A deadly pause. He drooped his arms again. There was fries and mist everywhere.

He held his left arm up. He still had a bit of strength left in him, and what was interesting was that he was using it to tell ME something important. Maybe I should ask him how to get out? How did he get in?

"Can unlock the main doors - from Security Control."

It was like he could read my fucking mind. He wheezed, and his chest made a strange movement. In an effort to either survive or to ease the pain, he lifted his both arms up around to his neck, near the pole and made a noise I can't describe. He chocked and coughed,

he struggled, but still managed; to keep his voice clear enough for me to hear.

"You have to get the fuck out of this terrible place." Then he died. More flies buzzed around investigating their new food. Ugh. All those heads behind him! Their eyes glowed in the NV mode.

I know he was dying and that this didn't occur to him, but maybe he could have at least told me some more information, such as where Security Control was? I was disgusted by the body, but I couldn't stop looking. I had to write this down. Even though I was sure to remember this, I had to write this down. Had to get out of here before I found the cause of this chaos.

The blood was fresh. The soldier couldn't have been on there for long, which was what worried me the most. Where was the person that caused all of the mess?

I scrambled for my notebook and pen. They were in my inside coat pocket. I flipped the notebook quickly and started to write. I titled it "I'm inside" in the hope some other reporter would find my corpse, (IF that happened) and get the message to leave quickly.

'I'm inside. Bodies everywhere. Blood. Burn marks. Heads lined up like bottles behind a bar. Dead Murkoff scientists hung from the ceiling; their badges say "Murkoff Advanced Research Systems". MURKOFF's longtime M.O. has been to profit of the exploitation of supposed charity. Fuck the third world and bankroll another billion.

How did Murkoff think they would make money off a building full of crazy people?

There's some kind of tactical cop pinned like a pig on a spit. Tells me to get the fuck out and then dies. Would have been a good thing to hear when I could still go back the way I came.'

That list line made me pissed off. So, I was stuck in some hell-hole nightmare? An asylum where hundreds of patients escaped and caused...this...this chaos?! What was this?

I made my way down the corridor in the library in shock. There were some more heads on shelves and a potted plant at the end of the corridor.

And then I opened the library door with a creak. The light blinded my eyes, and I could see a big figure in my view. I peeked on the doorframe, through the glass windows I could make out a person not far from I am. He was huge, and shirtless. He was mumbling something like:

"Maintain OPSEC, full black...can't wait...shhh..."

Then he closed the wooden door on the left. His voice sounded rough, he was obviously a patient. Why was he muttering military terms? I assumed he heard the military talking downstairs while he was upstairs; and was repeating that, I think.

He closed the door and strolled into one of the rooms, they were double doors, it looked like the room the patient was in was quite bright. I crept through the hallway quietly, cringing at every creak on the floorboards, praying he wouldn't come out, he sounded dangerous. He looked huge and burly, he was quite fat, had a gruff voice, and beard a resemblance to Shrek. I chuckled in my had at this, it made me feel better about the situation is was in.

I took a right and notice some files cabinets and orange sofas stacked up as some kind of barrier, a crack I could squeeze through. As I did I heard floorboards creak behind me, and then an angry voice behind me. What the fuck?!

"Little pig!"

A painful grip grabbed my shoulder, a gave out a yell and I was pulled out of the tight space, which hurt my chests a bit. WHAT! That was the man I saw go into the double-doored room! Was he even a man? He face was all fucked up, he didn't even have a nose. He looked like Voldemort from Harry Potter, only more coloured, shirtless and fat.

I struggled, letting out some noises as we sort of wrestled. He was huge and too storing I didn't have a chance against him. No matter my efforts, I could restrain from his painful grip.

He gave a snarl and tossed me over his shoulder. I was dead. He was too strong - I thought to myself, I wish I could have gotten the evidence out there about Murkoff - I thought. Maybe get a girlfriend. But it didn't cross my mind he would throw me out the fucking glass window!

I remember every bit of it. I kept on making strange noises through my throat, then let out a howl of pain as I hit the glass, it instantly shattered and I screamed as I fell. I saw the big fucker with his right arm thrown out, and shatters of glass. Then I hit the ground with a yelp.

...

Wha-What just happened? Where was I? Was I dead? All I saw was black, but I heard humming nearby. When I tried to open my eyes to see who it was, I saw a flashlight beam into my eyes. It was too bright, there was already a huge chandelier, why the fuck would you need a flashlight? Was he the one humming? I could see the administrator's desk, and a dead guard surrounded by a pool of blood. The ceiling was just at the top of my line of vision. I was lying on the carpet with my left arm sticking out. I closed my eyes again.

What the fuck?! When I reopened my eyes the guy humming was shining the light right in my face, it was giving me a headache. I looked up and some creepy pale, bald guy in a priests' suit looked down on me and spoke. He tried to be comforting, I suppose, but he still sounded creepy.

"And who are you, then?"

He wasn't anyone of authority, but I wasn't giving this guy my name. I just murmured and said: "Hold on. I need to wake up." But I have up and passed out again. When I woke up,

I was shocked to see he actually had my camera and was looking through very single thing I recorded! He was quite shocked, and then gave a strange sort of smile.

"I...I see." He knew my name now, I had it recorded. Not that he called me by the name anyway, nor reveal it to anyone for whatever reason. He called me 'His son' most of the time.

He lifted up his left arm and curled his fingers as if defending himself.

"Merciful God, you have sent me an apostle! Guard your life, son. You have a calling."

Calling? Fuck that. The only part I agreed was 'Guard your life'. I blacked out yet again. When I woke up I hauled myself upwards with a sigh. I was smack in the middle of the administration reception. The very main entrance was right there. Where was security control?

I hated this place. I had to get out of here before I got killed.