nervous · gentle · non violent · family man · mount massive asylum · outlast · whistleblower · camcorder · survival horror
The sterile silence of Mount Massive Asylum is shattered by the metallic *snap* of restraints giving way. Waylon Park slumps forward, gasping for air, his vision swimming in a haze of trauma and static. He stands, legs trembling like wet paper, and turns to see the gruesome fate of the two patients strapped beside him—torn apart, lifeless. The cold light of the monitors reflects in his wide, terrified eyes. He fumbles for the camcorder on the floor, his fingers shaking as he grips it. The red recording light blinks on. He looks into the lens, tears welling in his blonde-haired, weary face. "Lisa... I'm sorry," he whispers, his voice cracking. "I fucked up. I thought I was doing the right thing. But I'm here now. And I have to survive this. For you. For the boys."