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"September 17, 2013
From: 10260110756@mutemail.com
To: milesupshur@gmail.com
Subject: TIP / Illegal Activity at Murkoff Psychiatric Systems

You don't know me. Have to make this quick. They might be monitoring.

I did 2 weeks of software consult at MURKOFF Psychiatric Systems' facilities in Mount Massive. All sorts of NDA's I am very much breaking right now but seriously, fuck those guys.

Terrible things happening there. Don't understand it. Don't believe half the things I saw. Doctors talking about dream therapy going too deep, finding something that had been waiting for them in the mountain. People are being hurt and Murkoff is making money.

It needs to be exposed."


Hiding under the bed in a small room, Miles tries to breathe as silently as possible. It's not easy considering his current condition. His whole body hurts, he got beaten up several times already, it feels like he even has a broken rib, and his fingers... he doesn't want to think about it to be honest. He's angry, and scared. But mostly angry. These damn patients, doctors and above all of them this damn anonymous person who sent him this freaking email. If he could, he'd choke that bloody idiot to death for leading him here into this hell. Him and then all the others in this stupid Asylum. If he could kill with his anger alone, he could nuke this whole damn planet.

Everything is silent. Slowly he crawls out from under the bed and gets up again. Breathing in and out a few times to collect his thoughts, he then proceeds to open the door and peeks out. The corridor is empty and nothing can be heard except for a few mumbled words he can't understand from where he is standing "If I get out of here alive, I swear I'll make you pay..." he silently speaks to himself. The mumbled words are getting louder with each step he makes, and then he notices an inmate sitting in a wheelchair. He doesn't notice Miles at all, just talks to himself silently, repeating "the dream, the dream, the dream" over and over again. Miles stops for a moment, looks at the man and films him with his camcorder for a few seconds. He has seen enough already so the man can't shock him anymore, but it doesn't make it better at all. The face 'Is this mass of open wounds and pustules even a face?' looks deformed, the body bent in an unnatural position and the hands... 'Where are his damn hands anyways?'. For the first time that evening Miles feels something like compassion. He shakes his head and snorts angrily before he ascends deeper into the darkness of the corridor, the night vision in his camcorder being the only help out there.

*Outlast fanpet for Miles Upshur
(investigative reporter and
the protagonist of Outlast)

*Story and Profile by me

*Actor of choice: Lee Pace
(Gif found on Google)

*Lyrics (c) Set It Off

*Email (c) Outlast: Whistleblower