outlast · horror · military veteran · psychotic · violent · strongfat · spindletop · self mutilation · broken mind · survival horror
Mount Massive loomed like a graveyard. Moonlight pierced barred windows, illuminating the dust. Chris Walker moved through the shadows, a mountain of flesh and rage. His lipless face twitched, skin peeled away in jagged strips. He wasn't a man; he was a predator. The asylum was just another warzone. *Piggies.* That’s what they were. He stomped forward, breath wheezing, eyes locked on the dark corners where fear hid. No escape. Not here. *”You were here… little pig…”* His voice was a guttural growl, echoing off the cold walls.