Chapter 1

How's it going, guys? This is my first Outlast fanfic. I saw the lack of Outlast fanfictions and I thought, "Why are there only 17 stories here?" So, enjoy and tell me what you think so far so I can continue.

Characters: All the original Outlast characters, plus my OC, Nicholas Upshur.

Warnings/Disclaimers: Basically, all the same warnings that were in the game. I don't own Outlast, just my OC.


Normal POV

Wernicke and five militants sat waiting behind one of the doors of the basement lab. Only Wernicke was aware of what they were waiting for. The militants, including Nicholas Upshur, were sent down with a limited amount of information. It was a simple KOS (kill on sight) mission: get to the basement lab, talk to Wernicke, shoot down his target.

When Nicholas and his team spoke to Wernicke, he gave them a vague description of what he looked like. Though, being that their target and the dying doctor were the only ones that they had seen alive on the way there, they thought that the description was enough. Now, they were waiting for him to come out so that they could do their job and leave the damned asylum as fast as possible.

At last, the doors opened, revealing the target. Nicholas gasped in shock when saw that it was his younger brother, Miles. The young reporter looked as if he had been through a shit storm and barely survived. His nose was bloody, as were his hands. The missing fingers sent a chill down Nicholas' spine while he wondered what had happened to them. As he stumbled out, his eyes glazed a little bit before flashing black as an ominous moan was heard from him. Miles put his hands in the air in surrender.

Frozen in his stupor, Nicholas was unable to stop his teammate from opening fire before they could ask why Miles was to be killed on sight. The sound of the gunshot broke his thoughts as he looked to the shooter. The other three militants then opened fire sending several gunshots into his brother's upper half, killing him instantly. The barrels of their guns smoked as the sound of the gunshots made his ears ring with the tragic realization. He and his team were sent to kill his brother, his own younger brother. Had he been the one to viciously kill the other Murkoff staff and militants? Or was Wernicke's only reasoning for killing him to keep the secret of Murkoff in.

Nicholas' look of shock turned into one of anger as he glared at his brother's murderers, including Wernicke.

"What the fuck?" he hissed. "That was my brother! What could he have possibly done to-"

He was cut off when the doctor gasped in horror, staring at his baby brother's body. "Gott in Himmel. He became the host."


Nicholas' POV

The glare on my face intensified as I turned to see what Wernicke was looking to. A black mist came out of Miles' body, making the eerie moan I heard earlier. The figure that emerged from the mist looked gruesome but almost… human-like. It was hard to describe, just like the ringing I now heard. It pulsed in my brain and throughout the rest of my body painfully, along with static in my vision, causing me to clutch at my head, almost dropping my trusted gun.

"Gott in Himmel," the doctor breathed. "He became the host."

What the fuck was he talking about? After he finished speaking, the figure from the mist howled and attacked at the speed of sound. My team screamed in agony as I slowly backed away, not wanting to have that same fate. I watched as it ripped them into shreds, spewing blood and guts on the already bloodied walls, snapping bone and cutting off pain filled screams. It stopped in front of Wernicke when my four teammates were dead and appeared to glare at him. Then, he grabbed Wernicke by the throat, cutting off his already limited air supply. I watched as it lifted him out of the wheelchair and hurled him in my direction. Wernicke groaned weakly and didn't try to get up. He knew that there was no escape for him. I knelt by a stack of barrels and peaked to see it murder the doctor as it had murdered my team and probably most of the other militants in the asylum that we found dead.

Biting back a whimper, I slid back until my back hit the wall, still hiding behind the barrels. It was apparent that it was the reason for the other deaths in the asylum, or at least the ones that had their bodies torn from the inside out, blood and guts spewing everywhere as bones were cracked and screams were abruptly cut off. With the amount of power that this entity had, no one stood a chance against it. That filled me with the horror that I had not felt since joining the Marines about ten years ago. I switched to do this?

With a lump in my throat, I slowly sat up from behind the barrels to see that the presence was gone. The strong scent of blood filled my nose, reminding me of the penny that Miles had swallowed when he was five.

Miles.

Oh, Miles, I'm so sorry… Fuck, had I known, I would have called it off, regardless of my status… When I scanned my surroundings again, I stood up completely and walked back in the direction of my dead brother, pausing at the sickening sight and smell of blood and intestines and other body parts that were too mangled to name, clutching my stomach. The least abuse body was Miles', which I was thankful for. I could at least bring his body back to Mom and Dad so that they could give him a proper funeral, so that his body and soul wouldn't remained trapped in this hell. As I neared him, I took in the damages to his body more closely. Aside from the bullet holes, the injuries were extensive and looked like they had been there before he was killed. Blood had dried on his hands and a single finger was missing from both: his index finger on his right hand and his ring finger on his left. The odor he emitted was a mixture of copper and… sewage. Christ, Miles. What the hell were you doing in here?

Our parents and I were wondering why he wouldn't answer the phone and I found out on the way here. About a mile before actually getting to the gates of the asylum, the signal for all phones and radios cut off abruptly, almost like the signal jammers the military used.

As I continued observing my deceased brother's body, I noticed that in his pocket was a small notebook. I gently pulled it out, careful not to disturb the body and flipped through, looking at Miles' small handwriting. The things he wrote were odd and slightly disturbing, mentioning a crazy doctor, a "doughy old man with a face like an alcoholic kiddy fiddler in a homemade priest outfit", and a "deformed giant that looks like somebody tried to fuck-start his head with a cheese grater". I smiled sadly and shook my head. Miles always had a dark sense of humour. In his right hand was his trusted camera, the one that he never let anyone touch. I decided to look at what was on it once I got out of the asylum.

The last note caught my attention. It read "Billy is dead, the Walrider, the Swarm, whatever it is, unmade with him. Whether I escape or die here, I am free."

Walrider? That name sounded so familiar… as if I'd seen it somewhere in-

Oh.

Project Walrider… Even I had very little information on it. And the people who did have a lot information on it… I think their parts were splattered across the asylum's walls. In his note, Miles spoke of Walrider as if it was a person or entity. I flipped back to another page in the small notebook. "The sound in the machine; like the sound I heard when the Walrider appeared. I blink and I see static." This was the exact same thing I heard and saw when the strange swarm of black and blue showed up, the static, the ringing. I continued to flip through the pages and stopped on one when a sharp pain entered my skull.

The ringing was back, this time stronger than before. I looked up and saw the reason why. The entity that killed my team from the inside out was hovering menacingly, about five feet away from me. I looked down at the note that I landed on during my flipping.

"God help me, I think I've seen the Walrider."


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Denali Prime out!