Archive of Our Own

Police Interview 1: Survivor

Requirements:

1. Dylan survives the events of the game.

"I'm telling you, these--- these things, they weren't normal, nor were they human," Dylan tried to explain, vigorously waving his arms around. "I've never seen anything like it. It looked straight out of a horror movie."

"What wasn't normal?" the police interviewer asked, folding his hands. "What did they look like?"

"Well, they looked a lot like, I don't know--- some wild animals, but they were more than that---"

"It might have been bears," the man suggested, raising his eyebrows. "Any chance that's the case?"

Dylan just snorted a laugh. "Uhh, no. With all due respect, I'm pretty sure bears weren't involved at all. Trust me."

"And what makes you so sure?"

"I know what I saw, okay?" Dylan stated, conviction in his eyes. "And what I saw sure as hell wasn't a bear."

Police Interview 2: Dylan's hand

Requirements:

1. Dylan gets bitten in Chapter 5.
2. Ryan cuts off Dylan's hand.

"So it was your friend Ryan who cut off your hand?" the police interviewer asked as he took notes, a hint of curiosity on his face.

"No, no, you're focusing on the wrong part," Dylan insisted, being perfectly aware of how awful all of this sounded.

"How so?"

"Well, yeah, Ryan did cut off my hand," Dylan confirmed. "But only because I told him to. He didn't do it just for the heck of it."

"Then why did you ask him to cut off your own hand?"

Dylan rolled his eyes, clearly annoyed by the redundant questions. "How many times do I have to tell you? One of those monsters bit me!"

"And?"

"And?" Dylan retorted. "I was gonna turn into one of them!"

"How could you have known that?"

"I saw the effects it had on Nick when he'd been bitten," Dylan softened a little. "I just knew something needed to be done."

Police Interview 3: Infected

Requirements:

1. Dylan gets bitten in Chapter 5.
2. Ryan doesn't cut off Dylan's hand.

or

1. Dylan gets bitten in Chapter 8.

or

1. Dylan gets bitten in Chapter 9.

Dylan's usually vibrant eyes were dull. The room seemed to spin around him, each movement a nauseating blur. He clutched his stomach, feeling waves of discomfort surge through him. Cold sweat formed on his forehead, despite the room's oppressive heat.

"Are you feeling alright, sir?" the sudden question causing Dylan's heart to sink.

"What? Oh, yes, I'm fine." Dylan forced a smile. "You know, just--- a little shaken up."

"Can you tell me exactly what happened?"

"I--- I'm not sure, but I think," Dylan hesitated for a second, before looking away dismissively. "You know what, nevermind, forget it. It's not that important."

Police Interview 4: Ryan's fate (1)

Requirements:

1. Ryan survives.
2. Dylan and Ryan didn't kiss.

"Hey, about Ryan... have you found him yet?" Dylan's voice trembled with concern. "He went off with that Laura girl when shit got serious and--- and I'm worried something happened to him."

The police interviewer's gaze was steady, offering a reassuring nod. "He's alive, don't worry. He's currently being questioned as well."

A wave of relief washed over Dylan, his tense shoulders relaxing. "Alright. That's--- good to hear."

"Is there anything else...?"

Dylan shook his head, a grateful smile forming. "No, that's all. I'm just glad he's alive."

Police Interview 5: Ryan's fate (2)

Requirements:

1. Ryan survives.
2. Dylan and Ryan kissed.

"Please just tell me Ryan isn't hurt. Or worse. I--- I really don't think I could take any more shit right now," Dylan pleaded, his desperation evident.

The police interviewer's gaze softened, recognizing the genuine concern plastered on Dylan's face. "He's okay, don't worry. He's currently being questioned as well."

"Oh, thank God." Dylan let out a laugh that carried the weight of his anxiety. "I know I wasn't always the most pleasant guy to be around, but--- I do really care about him," Dylan rambled on, trying to justify the depth of his emotions. "I hope I get to tell him that soon."

"You two seem to be close."

"Yeah... you could say that," Dylan replied with a mixture of gratitude and a touch of sentimentality, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips.

Police Interview 6: Ryan's fate (3)

Requirements:

1. Ryan doesn't survive.
2. Dylan and Ryan didn't kiss.

"Hey, about Ryan... have you found him yet?" Dylan's voice trembled with concern. "He went off with that Laura girl when shit got serious and--- and I'm worried something happened to him."

The police interviewer took a deep breath, getting ready to deliver the somber news. "Unfortunately, he didn't make it. We recovered his body a few hours ago. I'm sorry."

Dylan's world seemed to halt, his breath catching in his throat. "Oh..."

Sensitive to Dylan's shock, the police interviewer offered compassion. "I understand it's a lot to take in. If you need someone to talk to about this---"

"This can't be happening." Dylan's face contorted with disbelief. "Fuck."

As concern etched across the police interviewer's face, he gently inquired, "You look pale, sir. Is there anything I can do for you?"

Dylan's gaze remained distant, his thoughts spinning. "No, it's just--- I never thought that the last time I saw him... was going to be the last time. I mean, what the fuck?"

Police Interview 7: Ryan's fate (4)

Requirements:

1. Ryan doesn't survive.
2. Dylan and Ryan kissed.

"Please just tell me Ryan isn't hurt. Or worse. I--- I really don't think I could take any more shit right now," Dylan pleaded, his desperation evident.

The police interviewer took a deep breath, uncomfortably shifting in his seat, before reluctantly delivering the devastating news. "Unfortunately, he didn't make it. We recovered his body a few hours ago. I'm really sorry."

The color drained from Dylan's cheeks as he begged for a different reality, desperately grasping at straws of hope. But the gravity of the situation couldn't be denied.

"No, wait. Are you--- are you sure? Maybe it wasn't him, you know? It could be anyone, I mean---"

"We've identified the body. It's him."

As the reality of the loss set in, Dylan's voice wavered, barely above a whisper.

"But he can't be dead. We--- we just got closer. There were so many things I still wanted to tell him and--- oh my God."

"Sir?"

"Can I have a minute, please?" Dylan asked, his voice quivering. He was on the verge of tears, his body was shaking. "Alone?"

"Of course. I'll be right back." With a gentle nod, the police interviewer exited the room, leaving Dylan to grapple with the enormity of his grief.

Dylan's sobs echoed through the room, his face buried in his arms, the weight of Ryan's death crushing him.

"I'm sorry, Ryan," Dylan muttered under his breath. "I wish I would have told you--- it's too late now, anyway."

The words hung in the air, a poignant confession to the emptiness that now surrounded him.

Police Interview 8: Kaitlyn's death

Requirements:

1. Kaitlyn doesn't survive.

"I can't believe Kaitlyn is dead," Dylan sighed, his eyes glistening with tears. "She was an awesome shot and an even better friend. Maybe a little too honest at times, but--- she had a good heart."

"What do you recall happening to her?"

"She died protecting us. Without her, we wouldn't have stood a chance against those things. I'm sure of it." Dylan's voice held a sense of both respect and regret, a testament to the profound impact Kaitlyn had on them.

Police Interview 9: No Hope (Secret Ending)

Requirements:

1. Dylan is the sole survivor.
2. Not enough evidence was found.

"Did nobody else make it? There's just no way. There has to be someone else who survived!"

The police interviewer's tone was measured. "I'm sorry. It doesn't look too good right now, but we're trying our best."

Dylan nodded. "Thanks."

The police interviewer's gaze bore into Dylan's. "Mr. Lenivy, can I ask you a more direct question?"

"Uhh, yeah, sure, of course," Dylan replied, his voice tinged with apprehension.

"Is it possible that, perhaps, the situation might have gotten out of hand at some point? And then one set of circumstances lead to another and---"

Dylan's eyes widened, a mix of shock and indignation taking hold. "What are you saying?"

The police interviewer held up a placating hand. "I'm not putting the blame on you here. We just have to consider every single possibility, that's all."

"So--- so you think I did all of this? On my own?"

"That's not what I said."

"Yeah, but that's what you implied," Dylan shot back, frustration etching his features.

"Listen, all the evidence we've gathered so far doesn't exactly back you up," the police interviewer stated matter-of-factly.

"Fuck you! You don't know anything!" Dylan could feel his blood boil.

"Sir, this isn't---" he attempted to interject.

"No, I'm tired of keeping quiet. I'm not gonna be your fucking scapegoat!" Dylan's voice rose, defiant and resolute. "My friends fucking died, okay? I won't let their deaths be for nothing."