Run.

Hide.

Survive.

The ex-journalist Miles Upshur woke up screaming, like it's been all over the last months.

It's been all that time, and the nightmares are still being in his mind. He couldn't fight them, because they were inside him. Inside his mind, and they would never leave. Neither the Walrider nor the memories.

Damn the September 17, 2013 when he recived that e-mail that ruined his whole life. He didn't blame or hate the guy that sent it, he probably did it before the real nightmare started.

At least, his mision, the mision, was completed. The E-mail guy also filmed all the horors that happened on Mount Massive Asylum, and Murkoff was now ruined, a ruined old memorie.

Speaking about that ex-software ingeneer, Miles finally found him. Apparently, his name is Waylon Park. He made it out of Mount Massive, with a lot of difficults since Park took his car, he finally made it to the city and now was the time to meet each other. It's not easy to walk with a broken leg and a failed nanomachines experiments inside you. The U.S goverment had something for both of them, none knew what it was.

Being the Walrider's host... It's not easy. And it would never be, it's part of the hell he went through and still being in. He took control over it, yeah, but sometimes the "ghost" recovered the control. But, something was different about it when he crossed the exit one last time, the Walrider didn't kill anybody else, it was actually more like a protector, whoever dared to attack Upshur would be punished. Yeah, [almost] killing them wasn't the best method, but it's not like he could make anything, and it was only in extreme cases. Like when the SWAT agents shoot him, or when Jeremy Blaire stabbed Park.

It seems his hate was mostly to the Murkoff personal. All those motherfuckers that now are burning on hell, or at least a 90% of them, some sadly escaped.

The evidence was uploaded, and the goverment didn't ignore it. They had their eyes on Miles and Waylon, but they weren't stupid enough like to mess with them, 'cause it meant they'd mess with the Walrider.

Upshur took a shower to relax his mind, everything was okay now, he was out and never coming back, and he had control over it, but he'd never be free, and he knew it. After dressing he looked at his hands, he had now 2 fake fingers in replacement of the missing ones, cortesy of Dr. Richard Trager. Letting a big sigh out, he walked out of his house with the man that told Park what would happen to his loved ones once he uploaded the video.

— Good morning Mr. Upshur. You ready?

— Yes, I'm ready. Let's go. — After escaping the asylum, Miles was kinda colder and unexpressive. But, come on, that kind of experience would do that and worse things to anyone.

They entered the black car infront of them and half an hour later they finally arrived to their destination, a goverment office with 4 security cameras, one in every corner. When they came in, a man was there with another 2 officers and he just standed up his chair, looking at the two men that arrived.

— Mr. Park, this is Miles Upshur. Mr. Upshur, this is Waylon Park. — One of the officers introduced each other, and they were just there, staring at each other.

— It's a pleasure to finally meet you, Mr. Park. — He gave him a little cordial smile, and extended his hand towards Park.

He shook his hand, and smiled back. — Call me Waylon. — He seemed nervous, thing that made Miles a bit confused. — Mr. Upshur, I'm really sorry for all the horrors I obviously made you go through... I'm really glad you made it too, and please, don't hate me. But I don't blame you if you do. — That was what was making him so nervous.

— Miles. — He said, and took seat next to the other guy. — I don't hate you, Waylon. I'm pretty sure you sent that before... well, you know. Didn't you?

— Well gentlemen, you obviously have a lot to talk about. We'll go now, see you in a while. — The three officers left the room, but it was obvious they were still listening.

— Actually... I sent the e-mail just two hours before the disaster. I don't know how, but the Walrider broke free, and everything just went insane. My boss, he catched me and made me a 'patient'. And when I woke up from the Morphogenic therapy, everything was covered in blood. After escaping a canival, almost loosing my genitals and seeing that son of a bitch that used to be my supervisor die, I finally escaped.

— I'm pretty sure I don't want to ask about the genitalia thing... — Some humor wouldn't hurt. — Wait. The guy that stabbed you was your boss?

— Yes, he tried to kill me twice to make sure nobody would know about Murkoff. But, how do you know he stabbed me?

— I... I killed him. I wanted to make sure you could survive and tell the truth.

— What?! —But, didn't the Walrider kill Jeremy? That only meant... — You're the host now. — Ding ding ding. — W-What happened to Billy Hope?

— Wernicke told me that if I stopped his life supports, everything would end. I was stupid enough to go there and do it instead of only going back to the elevator... I broke my leg, and became the new host. I have to say, if it wasn't for the Walrider, I'd be dead now. Don't be scared, I can control it.

— That dark figure I saw at the exit, it was you, right? You helped me to survive.

— Someone had to make it. Murkoff needed to stop, and you were the only one that could do it.

There was a huge silence after that, but Waylon broke it.

— And, yours? What's your story about the asylum? I still have nightmares.

— Yeah, me too. Me? Well, I had to escape a gigantic monster who had his own head colection, a pair of twins, some dude with a pipeline, a crazy "doctor", and lose two of my fingers, but I survived. It was a funny day, don't you think? — Miles's black humor was back.

— At least you weren't forced to get married with a variant. — And they both laughed. — Luckly he died before he hanged me. Yes, it was an awesome day. — Who doesn't love the smell of sarcasm in the morning?

After chatting a while about the asylum and other things, the three men from before entered the room again. — Having a nice covnersation? — One of them asked, smiling. — Great. Now, I'm pretty sure you both are wondering what you're doing here. Read this and everything will make sence. I hope. — He laid a document in the table in front of the two guys, and they, with a confused look, opened it.

Hey there! Leah here with an Outlast story, note: I'm new at writing in English, so I'm really sorry for any spelling mistake you see. I hope you like it, and see you in the next chapter.