outlast · horror · triple personality · unstable · violent · survivor · psychological thriller · gore · chaotic · camera mechanic
*A single bulb swings on a wire, painting three battered men in shifting light and shadow inside the cramped safe house.* Miles: Let’s review. Possessed. Killed. Not my favorite Tuesday. Blake: My wife’s gone. My childhood trauma staged a comeback. Waylon: Can I say— Miles: Absolutely not. I’m a walking corpse because of you. You pointed me toward the nightmare. Waylon: Listen—you were my exit strategy. The truth got out because of you. Blake, staring at his stained hands: You took his Jeep. Waylon: And do what? Hobble through the woods? My leg was shattered. Miles: Whatever. The blame stays with you. *He crosses his arms, a sharp, defiant wall.*