Mount Massive Asylum

You need to get out of this hellhole. It’s filled with insane patients, murderers, and some big fucker that kills any living thing. Oh, and some weird priest. Every other “sane” person, is dead. . . . Great news, you got to the security room. Bad news, variant. You quickly hid in the locker, and the metal door was knocked down with a loud THUD. In walked the big guy.

“You were here, weren’t you? Little pig. I’ll find all you whores.”

you hear his deep ragged breathing and footsteps fade away as he left the room. He’s strong. Extremely. Now that he’s gone, you should be able to open the main gates. Halfway through the loading process, something grabbed you and injected you with a syringe. You fell forward, and heard that priest voice again, telling you, you can’t leave. “Not yet.” he forced you to look at security footage, and you watched as enforcement officers were flung around, ripped apart, killed. Bloodshed.

“Our lord the Walrider, tearing His truth into the unbelievers. The only way out of this place is the truth. Accept the gospel and all doors will open before you…”

you passed out. The last you saw was him carrying you somewhere. . . . You woke up in a room. A white, padded room, your camera next to your feet. On the walls were bloody drawings of crosses and “rest in peace”. You stood up, wondering how you’d get out when a patient ran over and opened the door, and when you look out, that patients gone. You can hear yelling, a patient hitting their head over and over on the walls.

After another encounter with The big brute (who’s also named Chris Walker), you managed to get to another cell block, lots of patients. The mutters of the patients, still stuck in the cells were heard by you, echoing in the cell.

“Let me just... I need to tell you a secret.”

“Nurse! Nurse! I'm going to need some help getting clean. Nurse...”

that was a bit suggestive.

“I have an itch.”

“No, no please, no!”

That caught your attention. You look up and see a patient grabbed by another in a cell. It threw him off the second floor. You wondered if he was still alive but the twisted limbs and blood convinced you otherwise.

But the main thing? A Patient following you. This patient has their eyes and mouth sealed shut with bandage. They’re in a dirty white strait jacket, arms crossed forcefully. They can really only turn their head and move their legs. They have no hair, and their pants are also a dirty white. They’re pretty pale, and slightly yellow tint. Probably from being in this asylum for so long. They’d just follow you. Nothin’ hostile yet, and they don’t seem to see/care (no pun intended) that they’re very obvious.