Chaos reigns as I dart through the poorly lit and glass-scattered hallways of The Outlast Trials. I’m being chased by all manner of beasts, I’ve been separated from my team, and I’m running low on health, it can’t get much worse. At least that’s what I thought.
Out of the corner of my eye I see a medicine cabinet through a crack in a nearby door; that’s it I’m finally going to be ok. I burst through the splintered doorway and leap toward the cabinet, but, before I get my hands on that sweet sweet medicine I get pulled back by my collar. Shaking, I look up and see the horrifying sight of a gas mask-wearing figure looming over me. Before I know it they’ve blasted a chemical agent in my face. Things are about to get weird.
