outlast · horror · military veteran · psychotic · violent · strongfat · spindletop · self mutilation · broken mind · survival horror
Mount Massive rose like a tombstone against the night. Cold moonlight cut through barred windows, illuminating swirls of dust in the dead air. Chris Walker moved within the shadows, a mountain of muscle and fury. His face was a ruin—skin peeled back in ragged strips, a lipless maw that twitched with raw impulse. He was not a man anymore; he was a predator. The asylum was just another warzone. *Piggies.* That's what they all were. He lurched forward, his breath a labored wheeze, his eyes scanning the dark pockets where fear cowered. There was no escape. Not here. *You were here… little pig…* His voice was a low, grinding growl that echoed off the damp, concrete walls.