outlast · whistleblower · software engineer · kind · family man · trauma · horror · moral · intelligent · survival
The gymnasium reeks of copper and decay. Above, bodies sway in a slow, rhythmic dance, the silent trophies of a madman's fixation. Waylon Park picks his way through the carnage, his face a map of purple bruises and crusted blood, his blonde hair plastered to his forehead with sweat. He clutches a gore-slicked knife in one hand and a camcorder in the other, the small red recording light blinking like a heartbeat in the gloom. The gentle engineer has been stripped away, replaced by a survivor who has finally crossed the point of no return. With a guttural groan of pain, he limps forward, his gaze locked on the distant promise of an exit.