A/n:So this is my very first Outlast fanfic. Please do tell me what you all think of it so far.

Also for those wondering 26272 is Cobra spelt in numbers xD

"You are probably wondering…How did I get here? How did I...Become?" Faint chuckling can be heard from within the darkness. "You think there is but one Walrider? The swarm? You are forgetting that it was because of the Nazi's wanting these…these stupid super soldiers that…that they created as many as they wanted, just like Hope that idiot? That twat, he never knew how to use the swarm, he formed a…a humanoid like creature to do his bidding, even more stupid is the fact he was in a lucid dream hocked up to that darn machine…But me? I became the ultimate perfection…the warrior they wanted, the soldier that would fit. Only issue was…I didn't want them to"

Before the Riot:

8 days had passed during her first job as the woman named Julia had been forced to work within the confinements of the asylum. Here she was meant to be a nurse, even though she didn't have that kind of qualification, she was taught thanks to Murkoff. Here in Mount Massive Asylum things were not done by the books and Julia was a book person, she struggled her first few days, the loud noises the inmates would make always made her nervous, but Murkoff was pushy, they wanted more, expected more. Julia was just adrift in it all. Strutting down the hallway she wore plane black glasses, long thick black hair tied up into a neat bun at the back, a white blouse that was tucked into her black knee length skirt that fitted and shaped her lower body.

Like many other days Julia had to once more process another patient that was coming in for treatment, she'd been told this one was different from the others, to Julia that just meant the Patient was more deranged then the past five she had dealt with earlier during the day. However that was not the case as her black heels clashing against the ground echoing through the hallway before rounding the corner as she came towards the processing room which looked more like an interrogation room. Peering up briefly into the room's panel window, where most of her processing and treatments seemed to happen rather than in a clean medical bay, Julia understood what was different about this one.

A young woman sat in baggy looking inmates clothing, she had short hair that was cropped in a messy fashion at the sides almost like a pixie style with pale features and striking blue eyes. Her small hands had been restrained to the metallic cuffs on the table that held her in place; she was visibly shaking looking wide eyed in fear. Julia paused; she had collected her clipboard with the general processing questions such as allergies and what not before giving the thumbs up that this one was ready for treatment, she'd heard so much about, the sphere and what happens in there but it wasn't her place. This was what a Nurse did here, they checked boxes and if an inmate was badly hurt they might be lucky to get stitched up. Apart from that it was the occasional sedation, reading records, processing more inmates, doing a few diagnostics on random x-rays and looking for abnormalities that the higher ups passed down to her. Some patients even end up dead because the guards thought they could handle the situation with guns or just getting to exciting with their fists. It was rare that she had to personally fix up an inmate, processing was the closest thing she got to do that involved being in the same room as one of these crazies. With a heavy hearted sigh Julia closed her eyes allowing herself a moment to collect her thoughts before walking forward and pushing open the door blocking her from the female patient.

Upon entering into the room, the young woman jolted upright, the look of fear was evident in her untouched face, she seemed so pure with her brown fluffy hair not knowing what was going to come next. Julia didn't know why, why a woman was here in a facility that was now strictly an all-male Asylum. What the hell was Murkoff thinking? Gulping down her fear and raising her head up a bit in the air, Julia approached the table and sat down flicking through the patients file that had been left for her to read before processing the woman.

A faint whisper caught her attention as Julia looked up from under her glasses "P-Please…" The female Patient seemed to beg with pleading eyes, but Julia had to keep a stoic appearance. The slightest look of giving in to a patient could be fatal if not would require her to act the same towards other patients.

Over the course of a few days Julia had learned to harden herself as she drew in another deep breath before briefly scanning over the file. The woman that sat before her was only 24 years old, yesterday would have been her birthday and yet she was locked up here, cuffed to the table and probably about to be tossed into the chop shop, there was no knowing what the inmates would do to her and the thought made Julia slightly sick. As she continued to read through the brief notes she noted that the Patient came from Australia, a strange place to come from Julia thought as she closed the file having read more than enough and looking up at the woman that sat across from her looking like a frightened animal. There was nothing in the notes that mentioned anything to do with mental illness, family health issues or any triggers or siezures known.

All that truly was there was the basic information. Date of Birth, Surname and First name, Family names and contact information as well as past address where she probably had lived with her parents or siblings. There was no known history of having children or any STD's or diseases that would cause for any issues but Julia had to cover everything, that also meant going over things that had already been stated clearly in the notes.

Clearing her voice Julia sat up folding her hands in front of her "Your name is Asha correct?" Julia paused for a moment to study the patient, she hated doing this but it had to be done, it was her job after all. "You will no longer be called that and you will only be addressed as Pt.26272. I'm here to process you for your upcoming treatment." Julia had to be cold, had to be stern with this one no matter how pleading the young woman looked or how frightened she was.

Asha was fearful, she was trying to recline back into her chair despite the cuffs that chained her in place, Julia hated seen Patients like this, even more so for a woman. For breaking an inmate down like was what Murkoff wanted and Julia didn't even know how much mental damage had been done already to this Patient. Heck there wasn't even any history to go off that might have been with child abuse, rape, sexual assault or anything and who knows what the Guards do to them when the Patients are at their most vulnerable.

With glaring up once more Julia looked into the woman's blue eyes that where now glazed over, tears trailing down her cheeks, watching her fear take hold of her as Julia began her first question. "Firstly are you allergic to anything? Food, Latex?" The list went on but Julia was more like a robot asking question after question like a machine without looking down at the paper only flicking her wrist to mark either a tick or a cross.

For the remainder of the next half hour the questions where eventually covered, Pt.26272 or 262 for short only answered with yes and nos or nodding her head as best as she could despite her body trembling, typical. Not many patients can speak upon being introduced to this place and the horrors that it contains and shortly after Julia was done and exited the room not even bothering to say goodbye, she noticed two guards standing outside around chatting about Pt. 262.

The skinny lean one spoke up first in a hushed tone looking around like a sneaky rat would "Can't believe Jeremy" he remarked.

The other snorted, a large pompous man, short and well full of fat to be honest. "The inmates will tear her in half, but we'll have fun first" there was a sadistic mocking tone in this guards voice, but they both stopped upon seeing Julia whom was glaring at them.

Clearing her voice Julia looked as tough and brave as ever in front of these men that leered at her, they only saw her as a sexual object to allow their perverted eyes to roam up and down her body, almost drooling. Greedy hungry eyes hoping her white blouse would pop open just by looking at her or licking their lips but these men where just grotesque fat little boys or weedy little men that could barely list a gun. Murkoff hired almost anyone since there were so many job openings here with so many deaths. She hated these pathetic wastes called guards more so then the deranged patient's that had attempted to kill her on her. "Patient. 26272 is ready for her treatment. Here is the check list. 0 Allergies, no known STD's or illness or any medical issues, Pulse is average and no signs of drugs being taken recently." Julia ran over the basics looking between one guard to the other.

Only the smaller and fatter man that had made the snarky sadistic comment stepped forward taking the clipboard. "Much appreciated love. They want her in the engine Asap"

His words caught her off guard as she looked at him with wide eyes "What?" Julia snapped as both guards looked at her in shock. Julia had to clear her throat. "I'm sorry it's just, we have never had a female patient here before and they want to put her into the engine right away? Don't they usually do preparation before that with the hormone therapies?" Julia shouldn't have asked but she just had to.

The slender guard shrugged, his nose pointed out like a rats even more so when he turned his head to the side to look around before back to her. Something about the look on him seemed perverted but of course these men were deprived of all womanly touches as they seemed to bicker about so often, the reason they did things that they shouldn't to patients. Things Julia wished she had never seen being done. "We only know as much as you do, maybe even less" He spoke with a lisp, even harder to understand him with his Irish accent.

Sighing Julia let it go as she turned on her heels taking one last look at the frightened girl with tears in her eyes. Pt. 262 had no idea what was coming and Julia couldn't help but feel sorry for this one, for there was nothing more she could do but tick a set of boxes and walk away, intervening with a patient would cost her not only her job but her life as well. However of all the patients that come and go, there are usually issues with them, big issues but this one was classified, why? Swiftly Julia waltzed off hearing the Irish guard lisp asking her to dinner awkwardly as he stumbled after her, she ignored never once looking back and quickening her pace. She hated these men, all of them, Jeremy even more so but…At least he was good for something.

Of course the next patient would be ready for processing in an hours' time as she looked to her watch and Julia had so little to do anything to break the boredom in her spare time. Being in the underground labyrinth of a place this was, there isn't anything you can really do as Julia pressed her key card against the scanner as the doors whooshed open before stepping inside before going through the decontamination process and being able to proceed further on. A faint headache was coming on as Julia sighed rubbing her forehead, she peered up into a glassed panel, the scientists where working looking at more MSI scans of a patient's brain probably, one of which seemed to have nothing more than a black matter rather than showing up the brain muscle or tissue. Not a surprise there. Although Julia didn't want to think about it, she hated this place, hated working here but she did it, she had to as she finally approached her room unlocking the door by scanning her key card again and sighing almost in relief.

A strong aroma hit her senses as she stepped inside her small cubical of a room, she didn't have to second guess who the smell belonged to as she smirked with a playful look on her face as she saw Jeremy Blaire leaning against the wall on the other side. He was a stunner to look at, always wearing a suit, today seemed he had decided to take the navy blue one and swished his hair back in a stylish manner while wearing that alluring cologne. You could have mistaken him for Romeo if you didn't know him or his history with Murkoff. Julia had only been here for a few days and already she had started an affair with Mr. Blaire as he enjoyed being called. After all this place can get to you and sometimes all a woman wants is a loving touch or two, but for Julia and Jeremy it wasn't just loving, it was harsh and brutal sex that got them off as Julia began to strip tease down knowing the whole drill of this little tango they always did.

Jeremy loved a strip tease as Julia slowly unbuttoned her blouse showing a pale blue bra underneath with lace before she kicked off her heels and untied her black hair from its confined bun allowing it cascade around her neck in waves. To this Jeremy licked his lips and made a faint growl like sound never once moving from his position leaning against the wall with arms folded over his chest, watching, waiting. He liked it when she came to him, it was such a familiar dance by now as Julia slowly approached making sure each step she took was slow and precious as she carefully slipped her thong off from her legs leaving nothing more than her black skirt in place and her bra, giving Mr. Blaire something to play with.

In his charming voice he leaned down towards her with a smirk as one hand trailed under her chin forcing her to look up at him "You know exactly what a man wants" Blaire seemed to coo watching her like a predator, his eyes captivating her in a hypnotic trance that made her just wish there was something more to this, more to this madness.

1 Hour later.

Julia awoke to the sounds of an alarm; she'd fallen asleep in a messy heap on her bed, Jeremy nowhere in sight as she groaned coming back to reality. Flashes of red filled her vision as she mumbled clearing her throat until reality kicked in harder than before. The Alarm was going off as Julia jolted up right and stumbled to her feet fetching her clothing, tossing them on in a hurry never minding to get her panties back on just her bra and blouse and skirt as quickly as she could. Barefooted she trotted out of her room and down the hallway towards the emergency exits. A man in a hazard suit appeared out of the corner of her eye, he was waving his hands and at first she didn't understand what or why until it was too late.

Something black whooshed past her face, it felt like cold icy air and at first Julia thought it was a black gas that had erupted from the pipes, perhaps toxic but it wasn't that. Falling to her feet Julia she hit the ground hard, her feet and legs covered in crimson blood as she staggered trying to get back up but it was useless, the black mist swarming around her like dancing insects, it even seemed to hum. In her final moment Julia turned to look behind her, the man in the hazard suit looked at her in disbelief before running off in a panic. Everything felt so cold, Julia was alone and lost and she felt so unwanted, so used and abused like as if depression had suddenly hit her like some sort of horrible train wreck.

In the distance an eerie voice called out snapping Julias attention to somewhere within the black smoke. "I asked Nicely" The eerie voice stated, Julia thought there was something that sounded familiar about the voice. High pitched and almost like that of another woman but maybe this gas was toxic and she was losing it. Taking in a shaky breath she scanned side to side, searching for the owner of the voice until she stopped the last thing she saw were blue eyes amongst the darkness, and then...there was nothing.