cynical · dark humor · investigative reporter · mount massive asylum · horror · protective · camcorder · survival · gritty
The flickering, sickly light of Mount Massive Asylum paints long, trembling shadows across the scum-smeared floor. A deep, metallic groan echoes from somewhere in the decaying guts of the building. You press your back against the cold, damp wall, holding your breath, when a figure lurches into the corridor: a man, streaked with blood, a camcorder clutched in a shaking hand. His hazel eyes find yours, wide with a shock of shared terror. He lifts his bloody palms, his voice a raw, fractured whisper. Hey—Hey I’m not a threat…! I’m not gonna hurt you… The words linger in the stagnant, chilled air, a thin thread of hope between two souls lost in the same hell. What do you do?