Whoosh!
The bullet screamed past!
Miles didn't even have time to yell!
A hot streak grazed his cheek, blood trailing in the air!
In a flash—
The whole scene froze!
Miles was stunned. The armed soldiers across from him? Just as shocked!
At point-blank range, there's no way a bullet misses!
But it did—skimming his cheek, not killing him!
"Holy… hell…"
Miles flipped open the DV's viewfinder, cranked the night vision, and aimed it at the soldiers.
Behind them—
A blurry figure loomed.
Billy was gone.
Walrider wasn't!
Freed from Billy's control, Walrider was now a mindless killing machine!
Miles remembered an experiment report—
As a stealthy, humanoid weapon, Walrider's default targets were armed threats!
Buzz—!!!
The soldier who fired flew upward!
Crack!
Walrider tore him in half, like ripping apart a paper doll!
"Walrider! It's still out there!"
"Fire! FIRE!"
"Where is it?! I can't see—AAAH!"
Dadadadada! Tat-tat-tat!
Gunshots and muzzle flashes erupted!
Panicked soldiers got their necks snapped, bodies shredded, chaos reigning!
The old man in the wheelchair, once smug, now trembled with fear!
"Run… RUN… Walrider's not with us—"
Dadada—!!!
Before he finished—
A stray bullet, fired by a flailing soldier, punched through his chest!
Blood sprayed!
The doctor who sliced fingers got cut by an elevator.
The fat man who broke necks got his neck broken.
Now, the old man burying sins with bullets died by his own!
Screams rang out, blood splashed!
In the chaos, Miles dragged his battered legs toward the elevator!
Run, Miles! RUN!
Rumble—
The elevator opened!
Golden sunlight poured through the hospital's gate!
I've waded through blood and bodies, survived nightmares and chases, endured brutal torture—but my hunt for the truth never wavered!
But—
Just as Miles neared freedom—
A roar echoed in the hall!
A man in a tattered suit, clutching a knife, loomed over a patient in a hospital gown!
"Wallen—Parker—!!!"
"No one leaves this hospital with the truth!"
"No one! Not even you, traitor!!!"
He lunged, knife raised to gut Wallen Parker!
BANG!!!
A black shadow slammed the suit, sending him flying!
Miles gripped the DV in one hand, propping up the shaken Wallen Parker with the other!
He didn't know Parker, but that suit? Murkoff's lackey, no doubt.
Today, nothing would stop him from exposing the truth!
"You… Miles??" Parker gasped, eyes wide.
Miles, panting, stared back. "Who're you?"
"Wallen Parker," the man said, looking like he'd been through his own hellish escape.
"The truth… it's gotta get out!"
Players worldwide lost it!!!
Hell yeah!
Wallen Parker—the guy who sent the anonymous tip!
It all connected!
Now, two men driven by justice met!
They leaned on each other, eyes fierce!
Facing the suit charging with a knife, they didn't flinch!
But—
Before they could fight back—
The suit flew upward, yanked to the second floor by an invisible force!
BANG!
He exploded mid-air, blood raining down!
Miles and Parker seized the chaos, stumbling forward—toward the sunrise, the post-storm breeze, the truth breaking free—supporting each other out of Giant Mountain Psych Hospital's gate!
Squeak—
BOOM!!!
The gate slammed shut, locked tight!
The screen went black!
Miles' voice faded in—
The Giant Mountain scandal sparked global outrage.
The feds launched a full probe into Murkoff, vowing to tear it down.
Now, Parker and I aren't alone in this fight.
The truth's out. Parker told me his story…
[The doc says I need three months to heal.]
But I don't have that kinda time.
Word is, unexplained vanishings are piling up around Baker Farm, Louisiana.
[Locals swear it's an evil spirit haunting the place.]
[Call it a job hazard, but I smell something bigger behind it…]
I'm Miles Upsher.
These are my notes.
[I'll keep chasing the darkest, hardest truths. It's my calling, my life's work.]
[For the truth, I'll do anything.]
[ … ]
Miles' voice trailed off, a soaring symphony swelling!
Then—
Dark gold text faded onto the black screen—
To all fearless journalists daring to uncover the truth: your stories outshine any game, your courage builds monuments to justice.
[Director: Sam Harper]
WindyPeak Games
[Presents]
Outlast
…
Game over!
But the impact? Like a boulder crashing into a lake, sending shockwaves!
A harrowing experience!
A night that gripped the soul!
No exaggeration—when players clutched that DV, the game was cemented as a hit.
The final tribute elevated it to another level!
"This is the deepest horror game I've ever played!"
Streamers sobbed in their broadcasts.
A night of relentless chases, countless close calls.
They'd quit dozens of times, only to rally again.
No matter how many scares, screams, or racing pulses, they held it together.
But when dawn's first light hit, when the breeze brushed their cheek, when the truth broke free and Miles' words rang out, when the tribute to fearless reporters appeared—
They lost it.
Players covered their faces, bawling on stream.
Tears of relief, joy, and a weight lifted—a mission fulfilled.
[For the truth, I'll do anything.]
Not just Miles Upsher's line from a virtual world.
It's the truth of countless journalists—braving danger, chasing justice!
Chat erupted with awe and praise—
'WindyPeak always weaves heart into their games.'
'They're master storytellers.'
'Reminds me of this year's Pulitzer winner, risking it all on conflict frontlines to capture the refugee crisis—then tragedy struck.'
'Drug dens, slums, gangs… like the game says, reality's wilder than fiction.'
'I read about a shady operation using disabled folks for forced labor—beaten, buried if they died. An undercover reporter blew it open.'
'This game's gotta be inspired by stuff like that.'
'It's heavy, man.'
'Playing a truth-seeker was intense.'
'In-game, we've got cabinets to hide in, vents to crawl through, respawns if we die. Real life? None of that.'
'Finger-cutting in a game's scary, but it's just a game—no real pain. Reality? Unthinkable…'
'Only after playing do I get the guts it takes to expose the truth.'
'Those journalists are real heroes, risking it all.'
'Salute to truth-chasers!'
'As long as justice lives, the hunt for truth won't stop!'
'WindyPeak's killing it! Sam Harper's a genius!'
'Miles is a beast!'
'Miles is unreal—still alive, crazy lucky. And a sequel's coming…'
One post sparked a tidal wave!
Tight game design, unmatched thrills, perfect blend of dread and jump-scares, all tied to a tribute to human courage!
Right after the first players escaped—
Outlast blew up on gaming forums!
Some dissected the plot!
Some shared walkthroughs!
Some dug into the game's soul!
Plenty analyzed Miles' final words!
"So… Wallen Parker and Miles were escaping at the same time?"
"From that last line, sounds like DLC."
"Is it Parker's story?"
"Damn! Their escapes were synced the whole time?"
'This dual-timeline design is slick!'
'And more's coming! Louisiana's got trouble!'
'Thought Florida was the only wild spot, but guess all of America's got no chill (lol).'
'It's like gritty magical realism.'
'Miles' stamina is nuts. Two fingers gone, leg broken, still running. Superman vibes…'
'He's basically immortal. WindyPeak's mascot.'
'Ready for Louisiana next month!'
'A month in-game, but who knows how long IRL.'
'When the dog's done licking noodles, the fire'll burn the lock…'
'Hahaha, that's wild.'
'Rather than wait for Miles in Louisiana, I want Parker's DLC.'
'@WindyPeak, tell us Parker's story!'
'WindyPeak: Meet Parker, bit by a spider.'
'That Parker?'
'If it's that Parker, he'd at least toss dust in that old man's eyes.'
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'Escape Success MVP Result Screen'
'Yo, I can see it!'
'Nah, Walrider's got more juice than the Green Goblin.'
'You guys are derailing!'
'…'
Online buzz roared!
In a Seattle apartment, Gus Harper yawned.
Checked the clock: 4:30 a.m.
Eight and a half hours since Outlast launched.
The first wave of players—hardcore horror fans with iron nerves—had already beaten it.
Most players? Not built for day-one clears.
Some bought it just to back WindyPeak, or with a "buy now, play never" vibe.
Plenty just poked around the security booth at Giant Mountain's entrance, peeked inside, and bailed.
Some "pro listeners" heard the stabbed mercenary's "run away" at the library, spun around, crawled back through vents, hopped out a broken window, scaled scaffolding, and hit the security booth.
World's fastest clear: 3 minutes, 18 seconds.
Chasing the truth?
Nah, I'll guard the gate and skip 40 years of drama!
Online chatter and memes exploded.
But Gus was beat.
He'd been ready for bed hours ago.
Zoey Parker, though—knocked out of the IndieVibe X2 cabin by the doctor's punch—refused to play but begged to see the ending.
So, Gus stayed up with her 'til 4:30 a.m.
Zoey sniffled: "…So good… sniff… That sunrise scene? Total tearjerker…"
"Happy ending," Gus said, stretching. "Alright, you saw it. Bedtime. Good thing tomorrow's Saturday—no work."
He turned to wash up and crash.
But—
Zoey's shy mumble stopped him: "Uh… Gus…"
"Can we… talk about something?"