#chris l walker

The agent looked at you across the table before sliding pictures in front of you.

"When was the last time you have seen him, Mrs Walker?" You glanced at the pictures. You saw the people on them were all dead, torn apart. Blood everywhere. 

You have seen things like that before, but nothing like that massacre.

"T-Three days ago." you tried not to cry, you tried your best but you failed so hard.

"He has killed thirteen people in the hotel room he paid for. All decapitated, shred to parts."

You couldn't believe the agent. Your Chris had some problems, but in only three days he killed so many people? How was that possible?

"He has a very serious case of PTSD due to the time when he was in Afghanistan. The doctor said it causes him to have intense flashbacks of the war, but he never hurt anyone before."

"I'm afraid now he has." you could tell just how fake the agent was. He tried to show emotion but failed.

"You said there was a shooting?"

"He attacked two agents, killed one but the other shot him, and he died, my condolences." he was so fake, it made you want to throw up and punch him. He didn't even try to show empathy for you, you could easily tell. But why?

He was lying, he had to be! Your Chris was not dead!

"Was he ever violent to you, Mrs Walker?" Just how much of an idiot did he think you were? His questions are only to get your reaction. You noticed the recording camera the second you stepped into the room.

"My husband is a good man. Chris is sick. He became sick because he protected his country! His doctors should have helped him, but all were useless, dream therapy... a joke. He worked for a big company now. He got his life straight. And now, you are telling me he is dead?" you shook your head and dried your cheeks. "I lost my husband and you are asking questions like that? Does it matter anymore? He is gone, I'm left all alone."

You intentionally didn't answer his question, instead, you started crying again. Your tears were not fake. You knew there was something shady going on. Your husband had been shot last year when he stepped into gunfire to save you from a violent man, he was shot five times yet he didn't even flinch. Even in the ambulance as he was driven to the hospital all he cared about was you. He asked you if you were okay. He was your hero.

Something was not right. And you will find out what was going on.

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A year and a half. 

That's how long it took you to find the Mount Massive Asylum your husband was held at. You knew about the experiments, about the torture that went down in that place. You could only imagine how your husband looked like now or behaved. 

You learned that due to his strength and incredible stamina he was the perfect candidate for the experiments. 

They made him or wanted to make him into a killing machine that only listened to them.

You were not sure if he would listen to you, or even recognize you. He could very well kill you, and you knew that.

But you wanted to see him, even if that would be the last time.

You parked your car behind a black Jeep and slowly sneaked up to the front gate. It was suspicious that no one was outside. You heard yelling, screaming coming from inside. Just as you tried to open the gate, it was locked, you needed to find a new way in. You looked at the scaffolding and climbed up, seeing an open window, you got a flashlight from the table before slowly moving inside.

You took a deep breath. Doors were barricaded, there was blood on the floor everywhere.

The Asylum has fallen. Patients were roaming the place and you had to be very very careful to not get caught. You had to hide in lockers and under beds as you watched them pass by. Yet there was no sight of your husband.

Then you arrived at a door which said Library. Even from the outside, you could smell the death that is inside.

You put a hand around your mouth before opening the door. The smell was absolutely terrible, you nearly threw up, you made your way quickly through the other side and as you opened the door a huge figure passed the doorway.

You heard it mumble something but you stayed completely still to let the man pass. You didn't plan on dying so early first, you needed to see your husband.

You were not willing to die until then. As the figure moved away, you got out of the Library and looked around, you needed a map or something. Or a computer to find out more information.

It didn't take long for you to find a functioning computer, everything was secured and needed a password, but thanks to your year and a half investigation, you quickly got in. You were looking for one file.

Chris L. Walker. 

You found his patient status report easily in the files.

All of his information was there, weight, height, background, they had it all. 

There were a couple of notes detailing the experiments that he went through and the effects they had on him. Morphogenic engine, as you found out its name. You dared not to read everything in the file. But there were pictures of him.

You didn't even recognize him. Murkoff Corporation, the very same company he used to work for had done that to him. Although you remember the notes saying he caused some of that to himself, you didn't want to believe it.

But now, the Library made sense. He collected heads in there, everyone he thought to be a danger, he killed. That big man you saw pass the door before, it was him.

You looked up from the computer, but not before printing everything out and taking the papers with you.

You knew Chris was no longer the man he used to be. You knew people often talked badly about him because he was simple-minded. His colleagues often called him 'Strongfat' which both you and Chris hated.

You quietly made your way back towards the Library, trying to find Chris.

At that point, you were ready for the worst. You were ready for him not to recognize you and tear you apart as he did with the others.

It didn't take long for you to find him. He was walking down a hallway, slamming doors open, talking.

His back was to you and you couldn't contain your tears any longer. 

"Little pig." you heard him say. And you broke down even more.

He must have heard you because he turned around and started walking towards you, you heard chains, and you looked up at him.

"Chris." His eyes had a white layer over them and yet, you could tell it way your Chris. "I missed you. Gosh, Chris they told me you were dead. They lied and they did this to you. I'm so sorry." you felt his hand grabbing your shirt, your worst nightmare was coming true. "I love you." you said as the last thing to your husband.

And he suddenly stopped but your tears didn't. He moved a finger along your cheek, smearing your tear.

"Cry. Hurt." as if he didn't understand. His facial expression never changed, not that it could due to the damage on his skin. But his eyes changed. As if he recognised you? "Y-Y/N." he said your name. There you were, prepared for death and he called out your name.

"Yes. It's me. Y/N. Do you remember me?" he gave you a tiny nod. You wanted to hug him, run into his arms like you always did, but not now. Now, you had to be careful, so, you slowly touched his face. Very gently.

He didn't move only looked at you, you could practically hear the gears moving in his mind trying to figure out more memories of you.

In his mind, you were happy, you weren't dangerous, he somehow knew that you are not there to hurt him. 

If you were honest with yourself, you weren't sure what to do now. Your car could fit Chris into the back of it, but where would you go? 

So, for now, you just sat in a secured room with him. He talked about some kind of Rider that you understood was a danger. Took a lot of convincing on your part for him not to go after said Rider. With each passing minute, he got angrier, hearing the other patients running around, talking about a Father and a Doctor. But when he looked at you, he calmed down. So, you knew he needed to get out. Thankfully you came up with a little plan. You had seen a house in the woods on your way there, of course you knew, you wouldn’t be able to stay there for long. You were afraid that the people would find you, but it was a good start.

Getting out of the Asylum was a lot easier than getting in. Thanks to Chris, you were able to make it out quickly and back to your truck. You got to the driver's seat and drove off.

You drove into the sunrise, looking back at your rearview mirror, you locked eyes with your husband who was finally back where he belonged, with you.

A/N: I just replayed the Outlast games and I had a look into the background of the villains. Chris' story caught my eye and inspired me to make this! I hope you enjoyed it!

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