Outlast

I see her cringe. We never talk about the app, even though we’re close, even though I know she uses it too. Most users keep their obsession to themselves. The game has a dirty reputation. It’s meant to be played alone, enjoyed in sinful bites.

“What about it?” Her voice slow, a creaking train.

“The toll for 2004 skyrocketed in the past ten minutes. We’re talking a million people every minute. Is…is yours doing the same thing?”

“Lee,” Hailey protests, “you’re acting crazy. Why don’t you just—”

“Come on, Hail. Please. Could you check yours too?”

“Fine.”





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