Prologue: Save Miles

AN: I just found outlast and played it (it wasn't even scary -_- but I loved it) and this is my first try at writing a fic! Please be nice.


It had been exactly two hours since Miles had called Vanessa. His words still ran through her mind and she was stressed. How could he do this? Run off to such a dangerous place all on his own? Vanessa had done much more research on Murkoff than him, but he insisted breaking and entering wasn't lady like and didn't suit her.

As she looked out her window, she saw clouds rolling in. Tonight was the worst night Miles could have chose. It was going to storm. She pulled the clip from her hair and her dark mahogany locks fell down her slender back. Her dark hair complimented her pale skin, icey blue eyes and dark make up. She always wore perfect black winged eyeliner and dark red eyeshadow wherever she went. It complimented her black coat jacket and pencil skirt with pantyhose underneath.

"I have to help him." She whispered to herself. She could see lightening striking in the distance. So she pulled her hair back up in a bun, put on her heels and her camera, and walked out the door where she found her black Porsche convertible waiting for her, but she pulled up the roof because it was storming. Once inside she turned up the radio where her favorite CD was already playing her favorite song Psychosocial by Slipknot. That song always made her want to drive fast, and she needed to drive fast to save Miles.

She felt her heart beat faster when she saw the dark ominous asylum building. There were lots of military trucks parked in front of it, along with Miles's jeep. A quick look in the jeep said Mies was already inside so she snuck toward the gates. She could hear people screaming inside. Just as she suspected. Everyone here was beyond crazy. It was the engine.

She opened the front doors and then she was inside…